Little Wiggly turns 1

This morning when I woke up with my little JJ next to me (yes, he's still sleeping in my bed, slap on the hand for me) I quickly forgot the previous sleepless night full of teething, crying and vomiting and wished my baby boy a Happy first birthday.

It's pretty amazing, because he doesn't seem like he's 1 to me. He seems so much more baby-like than his brother was at his age (but he is heavier though). I guess it's true, they are all different and any experiences you had with one, you won't necessarily repeat.

Little man, this whole wonderful year has been a roller coaster ride of love, worry, excitement and tiredness that I wouldn't trade for the world. Together we experienced: a positive pregnancy test, little or no morning sickness, the first kick, prenatal hiccups, heartburn, stretchmarks, arrhythmia scare, pelvic pain, an easy C-section, supplemental nursing, meeting your older brother, painful boobs, exclusive breastfeeding, sleep deprivation, lactation consultant, reflux, thrush, spitting up, middle of the night feedings, the first smile, holding your head up, baby massage class, first Halloween, back to work, befriending the pump, first trip to the zoo, first thanksgiving, nursing strikes, hating cereal, cloth diapering, first trip to Jungle Island, first picture with Santa, first Christmas, first New Year's Eve, first trip to Disney, hating baby food, co-sleeping, co-sleeping guilt, musical beds, rolling over, sitting up, first Valentine's Day, first trip to the ER, bacterial infection, first word (dada), first teeth, first trip to the Fair, first Easter, the nebulizer, weaning, finger foods, pincer grasp, first airplane trip, crawling, pulling up, first Fourth of July, first haircut, first busted lip, second word (caca), third word (gogo: spongebob), first time at daycare, first time standing, teething fevers, vomiting in bed, snuggling in bed (not in the vomited bed), and first birthday! Yay!


Whew! I'm tired just writing that. My little man, I love you so much that it hurts. I feel like my heart is permanently on the outside. I love the smell of your hair and the little rolls on your neck. When I look at your little face, my worries just melt away. It's like I want to bottle this feeling up because I don't want to forget it. I hug you extra tight in the hopes that you'll be my tiny little baby forever. Then I see pictures like the ones above and I realize that it can't be. We've had a wonderful year baby boy and I can't wait to see what lies ahead.

Happy First Birthday Jordan Julian! Mommy loves you!

Daycare Drama

Yesterday was JJ's first day at daycare, well, partial day. He was there for an hour and a half. The thing is, I didn't even know that it was until I got home.

My mom has been on vacation since the beginning of this month, so I took a week of to stay with the baby and then R took a week off. My original plan was to start taking him to the lady that watches Christian a little bit each day so he could get used to it. I chickened out and never did it though. This week, R was watching him and he didn't chicken out. He just dropped him off, went to do some shopping at the supermarket and then picked him up. Wow, cold turkey, just like that. Here I was analyzing how I was going to do it....half an hour the first day, with me there, a little longer the second day, with me there, but out of sight, a little longer the third day with me not there at all. I did all this planning in my head and he just dropped him off just like that.

He's not even one yet. I think Christian was one and a half before he went to the daycare, but unfortunately my mom just can't watch JJ like she used to with Chris. Her energy and patience just aren't the same.

I'm just glad I didn't find out about it until afterwards. Jordan cried the whole time he was there. Today he went again for the same amount of time. Again, he cried the whole time he was there. Jordan is really attached to me (total mama's boy) and it pains me to know he was bawling for all that time. My mom comes back this weekend. She's going to be watching him in the morning and then taking him to the daycare in the afternoon. I hope the crying doesn't continue. Please tell me it's going to get better. It just has to right?