It seems like only yesterday I was gazing down at my newborn daughter, eyes wide as she took in the new world around her under the bright lights of the delivery room. I remember those first minutes, hours, days, weeks so clearly; how she looked so tiny in her clothes, how much I panicked if she so much as coughed, how many changes she went through every day.
Now she’s four months old and I’ve just boxed up all her newborn and 0-3 month clothing, shedding a silent year as I did so. Then there’s the issue of where she sleeps; we still have her in with us sleeping in her Moses basket but before long she will be making the transition to her cot. Discussing such a momentous move with my fellow mummy friends, there was a general consensus that while it will be painful to relocate our bubbas to their own rooms it will mean the return of dressing with the light on, reading in bed (among other activities!) and not tripping over the baby on the way to the loo in the middle of the night.
The truth is that as excited as we are to see our babies grow up we are equally saddened to know that their newborn days are over. We spend 9 months awaiting the arrival of our new babies, forgetting that they will grow into little people.
But they do and it’s amazing but that doesn’t mean we’re not allowed to be a little tearful about it!