Thanks for this reminder—now if only this stage will pass before my next MRI shows some permanent damage My younger son, an 11lb baby, is now a 25-lb 8 month old. Luckily for me he sat up on his own by 4 mo and crawled at 5 mo, but he is killing my back—and with a husband working from before the boys get up to after they go down and parents who can’t pick him up bc of their own injuries, I’m the only game in town for Mega Baby. Now he wants to stand and practice walking, so when I’m not hefting his enormity, I’m leaning over to “walk” with him. Soon, I tell myself…soon he will be walking away from me and want to do everything himself, but…some days it is still not soon enough!
My Back Won't Always Hurt Like This
Posted by Arwen Mosher in Family on Saturday, August 11, 2012 11:38 AM
When Camilla was a newborn she screamed for hours. Starting when she was three weeks old our evenings were filled with it: pacing, rocking, bouncing, driving around the neighborhood at midnight. We’d try anything to get our precious child to calm down.
During that time I read somewhere that infant fussiness peaks at six to eight weeks and I thought despondently, “We will not make it. That is a forever number of screamy hours away, and there is no way we are going to survive until then.”
Yesterday Camilla, who is almost six and about to begin first grade, lost her first tooth. My baby! Has a hole in her mouth for an adult tooth to grow into!
Eh, so. Time flies. It’s a cliche for a good reason.
But it’s difficult to remember when you’re in the trenches of parenting very small very needy people. Blaise was once a twenty-pound five-month-old who couldn’t yet sit up so instead of carrying him on my hip, I had to hold him with both arms in front of my body. I recall thinking, “Well, my arms might actually fall off. He is huge and this stage will never end and eventually my arms will give up and abandon me.”
(I didn’t have twins yet, so had little vision of my real potential arm strength.)
Spoiler alert: Blaise grew out of that stage, quickly, and is now a practically-adult three-year-old who does not want me to hold his hand while crossing the street. I refrain from reminding him how I almost lost my arms carrying his baby self around, because that is the kind of generous mother I am.
Thank goodness I’ve been through this before, because my twins are just finishing up a particularly needy clingy stage (developmental, I think) that had me spending multiple hours of each day in direct physical contact with both of them, trying to hold, nurse, cuddle, amuse, placate, do anything that would make them stop fussing at me.
(Sometimes I hide in the bathroom. I’m not ashamed.)
I am grateful to have my big kids around, because I see them and remember: I thought she’d never stop screaming. I thought I’d be lugging him around forever. And now look at them! Look at them, and the way they talk and laugh and play and help and are endlessly fascinating and hilarious and BIG.
Linus and Ambrose will get there, one day/hour/minute at a time, and then I’ll look back and think: wow, that time flew.
And on that note, if you haven’t yet, go read Simcha Fisher’s “Escape from Babyland.” It’s a lovely piece of encouragement for young mothers like me, and my favorite thing I read this week.
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With my four-year old, there have been difficult aspects of each stage. But they have always been outweighed by the good aspects, so I have never been in a rush for any particular age to pass (I’m sure this will change when he’s a teenager). If anything, I have been all to aware that each stage is going by way too fast, and while I love his current age, it is bittersweet because I would have loved for infancy to have lasted longer. Maybe because I only have one, so it’s not so overwhelming. Or maybe because I waited so long for him. Whatever the reason, I never needed anyone to remind me that infancy and toddlerhood would be over in a flash. I saw those stages rushing by and tried my best to make them linger, but I was unsuccessful.
I only have one and had to wait about 8 years for him but, according to all the most experienced moms, he was the fussiest baby ever. My own mom said “do you think I’d have had 6 kids if any of them acted like this?” My MIL just recently admitted that he was the worst baby she’d ever known. Up until he was sitting up on his own at 5.5 months old, he would cry during the day unless I was holding him. It was like he wanted to be put back inside me. If I tried to put him down when he was asleep after nursing him he’d wake up and cry. He also was, and still is, off the weight chart, so at that age, his legs were too wide for 12 month pants. Since I didn’t have a second to put him down, it took me ‘til he was over a year to get to the chiropractor and MRIs to show that my back pain was from herniated discs. Despite the herniated discs, I still carry him, 27 months old and about 38 pounds now, in the Ergo carrier. Every day when I see an infant, I’m still surprised at how they are all just chillin’ without any attention at all.
My son was similar (except that he was tiny, so back pain was not an issue for me). He was a horrible napper, and wanted to be held every minute that he was awake, which was pretty much all day. He did sleep well at night, thankfully. He hated his carseat and stroller, and would only tolerate them if he was napping. Consequently, we could only do one short outing each day. He wasn’t exactly colicky, but evenings were not fun. We pretty much had to pace the floor with him till his 9pm feeding. Things got better around 8 months, when he started napping better and was gradually more willing to be put down. The other thing about him was that he was incredibly difficult to feed. He’s adopted, so we bottle-fed. He would not take a bottle if there was distractions whatsoever. So for each feeding I had to go upstairs and feed him in his room in the glider rocker. He is now a pretty easy child to take care of, and has definitely gotten easier as he’s gotten older. I too get amazed when I see babies at the playground just chilling in their strollers. I can’t believe they just sit there! But I still miss infancy, and it kills me that I’ll most likely never hold another newborn of my own.
My son slept pretty well at night too (only in the fisher price rock-n-cradle) and he’s pretty easy now compared to other kids his age. In addition to the back problem, one my breasts had a painful lump that took several months to go away, and somehow had a botched episiotomy that wasn’t fixed until like 10 months later. However, I also started missing and wanting another baby when he was 11 months old and running off in the playground with the older kids. I’m scheduled for another napro-surgery next week so we still have some hope that might happen.
Thanks, Claire S, for your positive perspective. I’d been everywhere and done everything before marrying at almost 35 and having two small children is far and away the most challenging thing I’ve ever, EVER done! If my children were not both so adorable I would find the sleepless nights, endless work, exhaustion, and clean-up of vomit and diarrhea to be more than I could bear. I am SO SO SO grateful to God for my children. Where would I be without them?
I type this with a fussing, still sick 11 month old on my lap.
Hi Slightly Older Mom, you and I definitely did things on the same schedule (the only difference being that I have only been blessed with one child, which might be why I don’t find it as exhausting as most of the moms here). Definitely the hardest thing I’ve ever done, in that it is so all-encompassing. But having lived the alternative, I’ll take it!
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