New Mom Confessions

  • Eli fell off the bed the other day. Yep, he fell four feet onto a hardwood floor under my watch. I set him on the bed and went into the bathroom to grab my makeup bag (something I do every. single. day.) and in the .02 seconds I wasn't looking, I heard a huge thud, a moment of silence, then the loudest wail you've ever heard. I swear Eli thought I pushed him off the bed because he was not to happy to have me hold him, and it took a good 10 minutes for the final sniffles to wear off. Thankfully no major damage was done, except to my mommy-pride. Note to self: Floor ONLY from now on. 
  • On the topic of bumps and bruises, Eli loves being in the center of the action these days, so I carry him almost everywhere I go in the house - which also means I run his little body into the walls at least 17 times a day. I immediately laugh and say, "Whoops!" to stop him from crying when he looks at me with puppy-eyes. I can barely control my hips from running into walls and counters - how am I suppose to protect the little kola that now clings to them!?
  • Having a sick kid and needing to stay home with him because he's contagious is an odd feeling. I mean, you're totally fine, but you have to cancel all your plans and you can't go anywhere. It feels like you're playing hooky or doing something wrong.
  • Eli's a pretty light sleeper starting around the 6-7 a.m. hour. He'll stay asleep, unless he hears any decently loud noise. (I mean, in the middle of the night, I could scream his name next to the crib and he'd still stay asleep.) So when I wake up in the morning before him, I've learned how to get out of my bedroom and down the stairs without stepping on any creaky floorboards in our old house. I basically walk like a ninja, jumping and hopping around on the perfect spots until I'm safely in the living room. The things I do for an extra hour or two of alone-time in the morning...
  • I can't get over how adorable Eli is when I put him down to sleep. *Most days* he just rubs and rubs his eyes while I zip up his sleep sack and kiss him on the forehead. He always gives a huge sigh, starts to suck his thumb, then he rolls over to his side and I know he's done for. There's just something about a tired baby finally giving in that tugs at my heart.
  • I love, love, love Eli's exasaucer. I call it the "babysitter" but if I'm being honest with myself it really should be called the "ring of neglect." 

4 comments:

  1. Don't worry- you are not officially a parent until your kid gets hurt on your watch. Welcome to the club! And there is nothing better than an exasaucer. It is just helping build strong leg muscles.

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  2. I'm pretty certain I've all three of mine fall off. After the first one, you stop being so hard on yourself for mistakes like that, as long as they're ok. :) And I love that you called it the ring of neglect - ha!

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  3. Whew! Okay - glad to hear. But I do keep telling myself - he's okay, he's okay. No long-term damage was done .... at least I think. :)

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  4. Agreed - Eli seems to have the STRONGEST legs. And I agree - I kinda do feel like I'm finally in some sort of secret club where kids get on a parent's watch. :)

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