Wake up, get the baby up, change her diaper, make breakfast and lunch for my husband, make myself breakfast, clean, feed the baby, make sure she gets some tummy time before her first nap, clean, change another diaper…
Let me catch my breath for a second.
Something has been on my mind a lot recently. The concept of time.
I remember the exact moment I found out my husband and I were expecting. This hard yet beautiful journey I was about to embark on bringing life into this world.
If you had asked me how I felt while pregnant, I would have told you I felt like I was pregnant for a lifetime.
And now? My baby is turning 3 months old today.
Where did the time go?
So often I find myself frantically thinking about how much I want to get done, the projects that need to be finished, the cleaning I need to do, the places I need to run, the doctor’s appointments the baby and I need to go too… it feels like a lot of “adult responsibilities” that need to be accomplished. I’m sure you can understand when I say that sometimes all you can do is buckle yourself down for the ride and go get things done. Even in my day-to-day routine, like I said in the beginning. But for some reason, it’s hitting me so hard that my baby is growing up before my eyes! And yet somehow, I forget.
Maybe it’s just my “mom brain” refusing to accept the fact that my baby is actually growing up with each passing moment, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I tend to forget to slow down and just be present.
I just need to let time stop for one moment.
A week or so ago, my husband and I went over to a friend’s house for the day to spend time together. We stayed for a few hours playing games, eating dinner, and before we knew it it was time to go home. We put Ezri in her car seat and got on the road. Maybe about 10 minutes later she started to cry. She was tired and hungry. We pulled over so I could feed her to help her get through the remainder of the ride home.
It was getting on the later side, and I remember feeling tired. I wanted her to eat a little bit faster so we could get home and go to bed. But in that moment, time stopped.
I was holding her as she was falling asleep. I couldn’t help but just sit there and admire her. She fit so perfectly in my arms, not having a care in the world. So little, so innocent, so pure. I felt my heart filling more with sweet love for our baby. It was like nothing else mattered in that moment. The world was still going on, but for us, it stopped.
Hold on to those moments.
Every day, Ezri is growing, learning, and soaking up all the world has for her. There will come a day where she won’t need mom and dad to help her sleep peacefully at night, where her head won’t fit in my arm as perfectly as it once did, where she can take care of herself and won’t always need us…
But for right now? I’ll let time stop even for just a moment.
So mama, there will come a time where you’ll sleep through the night again, where you won’t always have a little one at your hip, and there will come a moment where you’ll have time for yourself again. But for now, I challenge you to soak in every moment a little bit more. I challenge you to look at things differently.
Right now, your little one needs to be in your arms. And when they are, soak it in. Love on them a little bit more and let your heart connect deeper with your baby.
Let time stop.
Read More Below
- My Labor and Delivery Story
- My Postpartum Journey
- Grief of What Was
- The Day Time Stopped
- To the Mama Who Tries to Do It All
