Rewind 8 months…
We were in the thick of summer in Atlanta and I was 8 months pregnant with my first child. I was hot, tired, cranky and most noticeably, swollen. My body apparently had enough as well because I developed a hive-like rash on my skin (formally known as PUPPPs). I wore gloves on my hands at night to keep from scratching and only gained a minimal level of comfort from ice cold showers. I was reduced to flip flops (feet were too swollen for my regular shoes) and I could only bear to sit in the same place, position for an hour at a time. In the final weeks, I selfishly cried and pleaded at my appointments to be induced — to no avail. (For the record, I was eventually induced at 40 weeks and it was not fun).
Needless to say, I was miserable, not considering conceiving again and convinced the universe was punishing me for gloating on a pain free and enjoyable first and second trimester.
And then, the most special, memorable, AMAZING day came and Cameron was born (screaming at the top of his lungs – oh, what a wonderful sound). He was happy, healthy, adorable and perfect.
Fast forward to present day…
I feel incredibly lucky to have experienced pregnancy and Cameron’s birth. He’s, without a doubt, the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. How rewarding it is to be his mom!
At 7 months, he’s crawling, albeit backwards and has a small, little peg of a tooth poking through his bottom gum. He’s babbling what I think sounds a lot like mama and I could just melt. I love him, uncontrollably.
I now find myself longing for another baby but feel compelled to hold out so Cameron isn’t cheated out of our undivided attention. And maybe we’re not ready since we’re barely managing our new busy schedules. But it wouldn’t feel right without a little chaos.
What do you guys think? How did you know when you were ready for bump #2?
Thanks to Melissa Jackson on our team here at Graco for this beautiful photo and post!!