Don’t wish it away

I know I’ve spent more than my fair share on here complaining in some way or another, and I’m really not writing this to sugar coat things.  The fact remains that the last 6 weeks have been TOUGH in a lot of ways, but as I started packing tonight for our big move to Dallas next week I couldn’t help but get a little sad.  My baby is six weeks old.  He will never be younger than this again.  He will never be smaller than this again.  He’s growing so much already. As much as I am hating breastfeeding right now, I have to admit it’s doing it’s job since my chunky monkey is closing in on a whopping 13 lbs already.  He’s already outgrowing some of his 0-3 month clothes, and the newborn sizes are definitely a thing of the past.  I’ve already started filling a Rubermaid bin with the clothes he’s outgrown, many of which he only got to wear one or two times (do NOT go crazy on the clothes before the baby comes…. one BIG way to waste your $$) and I won’t be unpacking them when we arrive at the new house, at least not until the next kid (and I really have NO idea when that will be).  So I write this to remind myself and anyone else out there in the bowels of newborn hell to stop and TRY to enjoy it, even if it’s only for the brief moments throughout the day that he is not crying and not demolishing my breasts.  Looking back, it scares to think how quickly the last six weeks have gone (although they seem like a lifetime too in some ways).  Although I’m exhausted 90% of the time and frustrated 50% of the time, I don’t want to wish away these precious days.  I surely will never get them back.

6 weeks 4 days old.

Comments