I find myself in the midst of the very situation that I’ve been dreading for the last few months-planning Cameron’s first birthday party. It’s not the actual party planning I dread. I dread having my precious little baby turn one years old. Although I am excited about celebrating this milestone, it makes me sad that Cameron is almost 1. It’s beginning to sink in that time flies even quicker the second time around.I don’t know if he’ll be my last baby, but just in case, I’m making it a point to soak up every second I spend with this little guy, but it still feels like it’s not enough. Times like these make me wish I had a video camera recording every moment of our lives so I could relive all these precious moments whenever I want. As I am planning Cameron’s first birthday party, I find myself reminiscing about the past year. I’ve compiled a list of the top 10 things that I will miss about baby Cameron.
1. Cradling a sleeping baby
Oh how I love this moment. I can spend hours holding baby while studying his peaceful face, watching him breath and wondering what he is dreaming about. Also marveling at how light and delicate baby feels. Now when Cameron falls asleep in my arms, I can only hold him for a few moments before my arms need a break. It’s funny how you forget how small a baby is until you actually hold a tiny, little newborn.
2. Baby Feet
One of my favorite things about babies are their tiny, little feet and their tinier, littler toes. I especially love how they fit into the palm of my hand. I can’t resist the special scent of these tiny little things-sweaty and sour all at the same time. Yummy! Baby loves it too since he’s always nibbling on his toesies every chance he gets.
3. Toothless Grin
That gummy smile paired with that high-pitched squeal. To. Die. For.
4. Baby Hair
I love running my fingers through Cameron’s baby soft, spikey hair. It’s so downy soft that you can barely feel strands of hair.
5. Baby Babble
Hearing a babbling baby speak gibberish is one of the funniest things ever. Cameron is very vocal and always wants to be a part of the conversation by making his presence and opinions known. Even though he doesn’t make any sense, it’s still so fun to listen to him squeak, squeal and squawk.
6. Baby’s Firsts
I love celebrating all of Cameron’s firsts. First smile, first laugh, first time rolling over, first time sitting up, etc. It’s always so exciting to witness Cameron doing something for the very first time. I know he’ll have more firsts, but there’s something so innocent about first firsts that make them waaaay more precious than anything else.
7. Drunk Baby
This never fails to make me laugh. The stage where baby‘s muscles are as strong as a strand of hair, where baby’s neck flips and flops about. Where his core muscles haven’t strengthened enough to keep him in an upright position and he keeps tipping over no matter how many pillows I prop around him. Or how wobbly baby gets when he learns to stand and tries out his walking legs for the very first time. My favorite part of all this is shouting, “Timber!” every time he starts leaning too much to one side.
8. Baby Gadgets
It’s always so fun watching baby jump, jump, jump in the jumper, or bounce, bounce, bounce in the bouncer. Baby swings, co-sleepers, activity jumpers, all lifesavers and great mommy helpers, but baby outgrows these things at rapid speed. I wish I could still distract him with these things, but he has his eyes set on life outside the playpen gates.
9. Milk Wasted Baby
Who could resist the freshly fed, comatose, smirking baby? The same baby who moments earlier was crying bloody murder at the top of his lungs. Yes, that same baby whose face turned red with anger and started gagging on his own retching screams. It’s a miracle how all tears and screams instantaneously cease the second baby gets his milk!
10. My Baby
I hate to say it. But it’s true. Once he turns one, he’s technically not a baby anymore. Cameron will officially be a toddler. This hurts me the most. It’s definitely leaving a sweet, bitter sting in my heart. Ouch! I feel like I just had a baby, now I am about to have two toddlers. I’m not ready to let my baby grow, but Cameron is ready to become a big boy just like his big brother. There’s no stopping this guy. He’s determined to explore the world.
So for the next month or so before your first birthday, I promise to love on you even more with head-to-toe rapid fire kisses, numerous visits with the Tickle Monster, and marathon snuggle sessions. No matter your age, in months or years, forever my baby you will always be. I’m thrilled for all the new milestones coming your way. Just as excited as I am to learn all the lessons you will unknowingly teach me. Cheers to you my happy baby. Cheers to another day, another phase. Here we go, BubBub. Together we grow.
August is National Breastfeeding Awareness month. A lot of us have heard the “Breast is Best” campaign and stories of breastfeeding moms who have been kicked out of stores and restaurants for nursing their babies. We’ve also heard how breastfeeding has offended a slew of people who either don’t have children, those who forgot what its like to have young children, and those who believe that breasts should not be used to fulfill a babies insatiable appetite, but rather to only be used to fulfill ones sexual appetite.
Breastfeeding is a personal choice a mother makes for her child. It’s not a decision that is right for every mother, child, or situation. It’s not criteria in which to judge a mother’s value or competency as a parent. Although breastfeeding does not come naturally to everyone, it is NORMAL. Breastfeeding is HARD. It is physically, mentally and emotionally draining. The last thing a breastfeeding mom needs is criticism for her choice on how she feeds her child.
Instead of kicking moms out of stores for breastfeeding, or snickering about a mom’s choice to nurse at the table near yours, just remember, babies get hungry the same way you and I do. The only difference is that babies need to eat more often and they don’t know how to control or comfort their hunger pangs except to cry louder and louder until fed. If it makes you uncomfortable to see a mom breastfeeding, look away and focus your attention elsewhere. It takes only a moment and very little effort to fix your gaze onto something else.
The world needs more breastfeeding allies like the teenage barista who didn’t give into the complaints of a customer’s negative reaction to another customer nursing her child. Instead, the barista apologized and offered a free coffee voucher to the nursing mother for having to experience such ‘unpleasantness’ from the complaining customer. And less people like the manager who removed a covered-up, nursing mom, who just spent hundreds of dollars at the store, from a chair in the back of the store to a back stockroom toilet to continue nursing. Ultimately, all the criticism and negativity directed towards breastfeeding moms directly affect the well being of the innocent baby. No one wants that. Take it from me, when I happen to lock eyes with someone while I’m nursing in public, and that person smiles at me, that small gesture never fails to make my day a little brighter. Let’s start normalizing breastfeeding, instead of shaming it.
Hi Moms and Dads! Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Bernice, I’m a proud mommy of 2 handsome boys and a full time stay at home working mom. I’ve decided to step out of my comfort zone and challenge myself by starting a blog to share stories of my adventures in parenting, work, and life. I hope you’ll laugh with me, cry with me, and relate with all the triumphs and struggles that come with raising kids and just living life. In sharing my experiences, I hope that you’ll find support and encouragement. Most importantly, I hope you find comfort in knowing that you’re not alone when it comes to the daily challenges of parenting. It truly is the hardest job I’ve ever had. Managing a household on top of running a business is no easy fete. There are days I want to runaway, hideout in a cave and hope to never be found. But honestly, the giggles, kisses, and tiny BIG hugs make all the time spent cooking, cleaning and disinfecting all the more worthwhile.
I’m ready to start this new journey and I would be honored if you would join me. Now here comes the hard part. Where do I start?