There is something so unique about having a third child. Even having two already, with one of each gender, doesn’t quite prepare you. You have all the worries that come with any child. But once that baby is here, you have such a unique perspective that is different from times before.
When I’m hit with these feelings, I’m taken back to when I was headed in for my first ultrasound. I was so nervous, so concerned, even without having a reason. I expressed this to the ultrasound tech, who had been doing this for more than 20 years. She said by the third one, you’re so much more aware of how precious it is, and how many things COULD go wrong.
How right she was. I felt that way throughout my pregnancy, thinking once he was here it would lessen in intensity. However, I find myself desperate not to miss things this time. With a 7 year old and almost 4 year old running around, I know how fast it will all go.
How soon he won’t want to be held all the time.
How soon he won’t need only mommy for comfort.
How soon he will be moving on his own.
How soon he’ll be eating food.
How soon he’ll be running around.
How soon he’ll learn to roll his eyes.
How soon he just won’t be a baby anymore.
So I try to savor the moments, even at 3 am. I try not to get too stressed on the days I can’t put him down and ignore the discomfort of typing over him asleep in my lap. I try to fully appreciate each milestone, each memory- the good, the bad, the crazy moments. Because these moments? Are so fleeting.
And the realization of just how fleeting might just be the hardest part.