I was sending an email to Emily the other day, when I realized that my
baby, Jaxon, is almost a year old! Coming to that reality hit me
so deep. So before I completely forget all of the sweet things about my BABY, I need to record them. I remember wanting to get pregnant, and thinking that we would start trying and hopefully be pregnant in about six months. A
few weeks later I found out I was pregnant! I was so excited. I had so wanted to have another child. I enjoyed being pregnant a lot more the second time around, more so than the first, because I was already prepared for some of the horrible things that would soon happen to my body. The weight gain, stretch marks, hair in weird places, morning sickness that had nothing to do with "morning", and finally,
LABOR. I didn't gain nearly as much weight the second time around, however, you all know that I still blew up like a hot air balloon. But it was so worth it. I was induced, and it was a dream come true. I healed faster, breastfeeding was so much easier, and I was so
instantly in love with my baby. I remember feeling so much overwhelming joy in my heart, I didn't even know was possible.
I remember nursing Jaxon in the night, and his
warm, chubby little hands on my chest. So relaxed, and peaceful, and calm. (Okay, so this only happened in the middle of the night that he would just be still, but I loved every minute of it.)
I remember his new born cry..... so helpless, and needing of his
mother.
I remember his horrible four month chronic diaper rash, that I felt soooo bad for, and finally insisted that it was something more. (It was just
impetigo, and he got a prescription and it cleared right up).
I remember his little
smile, and his
big chubby cheeks. He looked sooo much like me when he was first born.
I remember his love for his brother. He would crawl up to Logan's door every morning and play there until Logan woke up. Then Logan would yell to him, "Hey Jaxon, get me outta here!"
I remember his independent spirit from the beginning. He started taking steps by himself 2 days before he was
8 months old. Then, I think just to appease me, he just crawled faster, and only walked a few steps unassisted until month 9 or 10. Now he walks everywhere, completely by himself. He climbs up stairs, up on chairs, and gets into more trouble every day! He loves his Daddy and his brother. They are his favorite playmates. But his mommy is his favorite nurturing mate. He's not a cuddle-bug at all, and when he does cuddle, it's usually with Daddy, or Grandpa Grover. He has a special bond with Grandpa Grover. "It's because he's a
Man Child." (That's what Grandpa Grover says).
Jaxon's birthday is right around the corner, and I am trying to hard to just soak up every day of his squishy legs and cheeks, and his corn silk Hair, and his Navy Blue eyes. He's so happy and loved by his family. I don't want to let go of my
baby yet...