Guest post by my baby blogger – Brooke
Looking back, the first year with my first child was a breeze. I thought that was normal. At the time I thought it was hard, and being sleep deprived wasn’t easy, but in terms of what to expect? Easy. We called him our text book baby. If the books said they were fussy at 6 weeks, guess what? He was fussy at 6 weeks. He sat up, crawled, walked, talked exactly as expected. I could prepare myself for what was coming next and look forward to him learning these new skills.
When my twin boys were born about 3 months early all milestones and accompanying expectations went out the window. The doctors tell you to to expect them to develop according to when they should have been born, or their adjusted age. I have a few friends who were due around the same time as me and had their babies close to their due dates. It’s funny because my boys are ahead in some ways and behind in others in comparison to these babies.
It was almost freeing to have no expectations for them. I had no other children to truly compare against and so I could enjoy every change and skill. When my babies smiled and reached for me, I couldn’t have been prouder. Having so much great help, my babies were happy going to anyone that would hold them. As much as their crying makes me want to run down the street screaming to tune out their cries, I am so excited that we have a special bond, and they want me to hold them. There is something about them being in a box the first 3 months of their lives that makes you worry about them needing or wanting you. I have since learned its about being there for them and loving them that makes you a mom.
My boys just turned a year old, they don’t have any teeth or hair. Only one can crawl. It each time they scoot across the floor we cheer like they just won the Olympics! The entire family gets into it and claps and cheers those silly army crawls on.
Their first year feels like it lasted for 5. So many memories and crazy moments, but the sweet and tender moments are that much more special and we truly know to appreciate them. Miracle babies. My babies.