I cannot even begin to believe I have a six-month-old. To be fair, I say this every month, and I have a feeling it’s just how it’s going to be from here on out. But still. He’s been here for half a year.
I could write about book about all the things I’ve learned about myself and about being a mom in these first six months, but I’ll save you the time and just provide the abridged version.
1. The cuter the outfit, the more likely a blowout (and/or projectile spit up.) This is scientific fact.
2. It is 100% possible to get your baby to sleep late or take long naps. Simply make plans. This will ensure that your baby will break all previous sleep records by at least 45 minutes.
3. There will come a day when your baby drives you to end of your rope and will ask for help. And on that day, your baby will not cry for one minute, leaving the rescuer to think you’ve lost your damn mind. THIS baby cries all the time?! I DO NOT believe it! she’ll say while you’re shaking in the corner like, I swear to everything that’s Holy, before your car pulled in the driveway, he had been crying for the past 72 hours.
4. Milestones have nothing to do with your skill as a parent. Maybe your baby sits up at three months, or maybe he’s a “late” crawler; whatever the circumstance, it is not a reflection on you as a parent. In the beginning, I was worried that if Jack didn’t hit every milestone “on time” it would mean that I was failing as a parent. I quickly learned that you (the parent) have very little control over that kind of stuff.
5. It can take a while to gain your parenting confidence. I’ll never forget the first time Jack got shots, I asked the nurse, “Can I nurse him right after your done?” I literally asked permission from someone else to nurse my own child. Face, meet palm.
6. It gets better every day. Okay, that’s a slight exaggeration. It’s more of a cha-cha; with one step forward comes one step back, but when you eventually learn the dance, you realize it’s a beautiful one.