Matthew has been walking for 24 hours. He is becoming much better at it as the
hours minutes tick by. I thought that maybe he’d revert back to crawling once we got home, but no – he is insistent on perfecting his new skill!
I have been crying for 24 hours. The sobbing comes and goes – it comes while I’m nursing him, or when a lullaby that sounds like the music in his birth video comes on, or while B is taking photos of him eating table food, or when he’s enthusiastically turning the pages of his books and giggling at the pictures. I am a wreck. I don’t want my baby to grow up.
Last night in the hotel, after Matthew fell asleep, B and I whispered to each other how amazing this all is – how fun it is to watch his eyes as he figures out how to move his body, how he has a new giggle that came out of nowhere, how big he’s getting so fast. B mentioned that we’ll just have to have another baby soon. I asked if we could have two more. He said that we should start with the next one and go from there 😉
But I told B tonight that it’s not that I want another baby. I want Matthew to stay the wonderful baby that he is. I just want more time with my baby 😦