I turned around one day and found my baby disappeared. And in his place was this odd looking man-child!
Your transformation from baby to less-baby happened so gradually that I didn't realize, until yesterday, that you look so grown up. I had a moment yesterday, holding my breath, feeling verklempt, and mourned quietly the passing of your babyhood.
It doesn't even make sense why I would be nostalgic for your earlier months, when you were so fussy and high-maintenance! I would be insane to want to live through that again. And yet...
(You at 11 weeks. I miss my little peanut.)
And yet I find myself wishing I could hold your smaller, fatter version again. Mommy is sad. She misses her baby and knows he's gone forever.
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