It’s been so long since my last update, and what a full few months we’ve had. Miles is 11 months and 2 weeks old, but who’s counting? (ME!) With the exceptions of his birth and moving from Chicago to New York when he was six months old, I’d say we’ve experienced the biggest changes over the past month.
For Miles, the biggest change is that he’s on the move now. He started crawling at 10 months old and hasn’t slowed down since. He crawls using two hands and one leg and keeps his other leg straight out to the side like a kickstand. He pulls up on anything—the less safe and sturdy a surface is the happier he is. I can’t take my eyeballs off of him for one second. And somehow, even then, he sneaks off and splashes in the dogs’ water bowls or removes the plastic vent cover from the bottom of the freezer and spins it around like a sword. Unless we coated the house in bubble wrap, I swear there’s no way to actually baby proof everything. As much as he keeps me on my toes these days, I love seeing how much the world has opened to him now that he’s mobile.
My mind is racing trying to figure out what else to share because it feels like he’s doing so many new things lately: Waving, clapping, almost pointing, crawling, climbing, pulling, standing, walking with a walker, hugging (swoon!), sooooooo-biiiiging, babbling, saying “dada,” “mama,” “baba” and “dog,” roaring like a lion, opening flaps in books, eating, eating…so much eating. He now eats three solid meals and one snack per day. He eats all food (except for salmon, but goodness I keep trying) and especially loves peas, Greek yogurt, and whole-wheat spaghetti. About a week ago he started getting the hang of a straw, so I love sharing smoothies with him. Just this week he started feeding himself from a pre-loaded spoon with a decent amount of accuracy. In the past week he also started refusing bottles so our doctor told us to move on to whole milk and sippy cups. Soooooooo it basically feels like we have a teenager now. For the most part, Miles eats what we eat in some miniature or dissected form. He loads up both hands with as much food as he can and then takes bites of the food directly from his fists. I never want to forget how he does that.
Our life has also changed dramatically over the past month because we took Miles out of daycare. (You probably saw this coming.) Poor Miles was sick constantly—and it wasn’t just the sniffles or the occasional cold that we knew could happen. He’d go to daycare for a few days and then be out for a week or more at a time with a high fever and one virus after another. After he had a double eye infection, a cold, his first ear infection, and a horrible case of hand-food-mouth that landed us in the ER (all in the span of about two weeks) in addition to a wheeze leftover from an illness he had in the fall, we just couldn’t take it anymore. It was tiring, stressful, and most of all we felt horrible seeing our baby sick all the time.
Robert and I figured we’d look for a nanny at the start of the year. However, after some careful consideration and a giant leap of faith we decided to see if maybe, just maybe, I could take care of Miles full-time…while continuing to work full-time. And you know what? It’s been one of the craziest and best decisions we’ve made.
I’m thinking about writing a post or two on what I’ve learned from being a stay-at-home-working-mom….or work-from-home-mom?…sigh, so many labels these days…that will include some of the details on how I’m actually managing to do this without working much while he’s awake or working super late at night. It’s been, and continues to be, a learning process. But beyond all of the day-to-day stuff of actually pulling this off, I can’t even begin to describe how much happier I’ve been since making this change.
Yes, sometimes it feels a little insane trying to juggle it all, but I have such joy knowing that this is the very best decision for all of us. Getting to spend my days with Miles is, quite simply, the best thing ever and I feel so lucky to be doing it (while maintaining my full workload). Robert and I joke that Miles is my buddy, but he absolutely is! We do everything together. And then any time he’s sleeping I’m at my computer working like it’s my job. Because it is. We’re taking it week by week and month by month. I know that there’s no way I could be doing this if Miles hadn’t decided, on his own, to become a stellar napper. Around nine months old he transitioned from taking several 50-minute naps during the day to taking two 90 minute to two hour naps twice per day (at 9 a.m and 1 p.m. like clock work).
If I had any doubt in my mind about whether I could do this, in January I maintained my typical workload in addition to working on a major project and somehow made it through happier and more fulfilled than I’ve been in months.
In two weeks Miles turns one year old. I have so many feelings about this, but mostly I’m just excited. I’ll be back at some point with more thoughts on our first year, but above all I’m grateful. I don’t know how I managed to have the unbelievable luck of getting to share my life with Robert and becoming Miles’ mom, but I don’t take any of it for granted. It’s a dream come true and I get to live it every single day—piles of laundry, sink full of dishes, wet sloppy baby kisses (especially those!) and all.
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