My son will be nine months old on Sunday. The quickest nine months of my life. Prior to his birth was the longest nine months of my life. I thought he would never get here. I had no idea who he would be. Whether he would be a he. Or a she. We called him END Baby, to distinguish him from Our Korean, the baby we had hoped (and still hope) to adopt. The weekly doctor's appointments. The fears we would lose him. The slow realization we wouldn't. And then came the planning and prepping. Buying baby stuff. Decorating a nursery. Arranging time off from work. Visits from out of town relatives, eager to meet END Baby. When all that was done came the waiting. And the waiting. And the waiting.
And then...
I was a dad.
Now he can pull himself onto his feet and has teeth.
He says Mama and, quite sparingly, Dada.
That was fast. Too fast.
And then...
I was a dad.
Now he can pull himself onto his feet and has teeth.
He says Mama and, quite sparingly, Dada.
That was fast. Too fast.
4 comments:
This is a very touching post. Congratulations on your baby boy--and his new teeth too!
Then the next thing you know, their 11 going on 12 and you wonder where the time went. When you're in the moment you don't realize those moments zip by. Enjoy them.
What a beautiful post. I can't believe it's been 9 months! Holy Cow! And if it went by that quickly for me, I can't imagine how quickly it went for you! Thank you for sharing this with us.
Yeah, time goes by much too fast when the little snickerdoodles are growing up. Cherish every second and try to get as much of it on video as possible. Next thing you know, they'll be asking for the car keys.
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