Time, Time, Time...

In 19 days Isaac will be 11 months old. 11 months people...just shy of a year. While 12 usually follows 11 in normal arithmetic, this doesn't take the gasp factor out of the fact that I will be the mother of a one year old in just a few months. Those first few months seemed to inch by at a snails pace, trying to function with such little sleep, figuring out this new "mommy" thing out, mastering the art of holding your breath while the hairs are falling out of your nose from the blast of stink coming from your child's diaper, entertaining said child while changing said diaper so they don't roll around and get poop all over the changing table, all the while morning the loss of your wardrobe due to the excessive spit and throw-up stains that can't be covered up with a decorative pin that was originally in your grandmother's dress up box.

But after you power through those first few months (I seriously wanted to play the Rocky theme and run up a flight of stairs saying, "I WIN! I WIN!") time literally goes by so fast you can hardly believe it. That is certainly the phase we are in right now. I keep telling my friends who just had babies, "Believe me, it will get better. I promise! But hold on to your hat because it is going to FLY by."

When Isaac started sleeping better and only woke up twice during the night, I felt like a champ the next morning with 5 solid hours of sleep. Now he is finally sleeping 11-12 hour stretches, waking up early in the morning with me feeding him, changing his diaper, and then he will sleep for a few extra hours after that. Oh my, the sleep is GLORIOUS!! I wish he understood how happy and proud I am of him of finally catching on to "the more you sleep, the better you feel" concept that eluded him for the first 9 months of his life.

While I mourn the passing of Isaac's first few months of life and how sweet they were, I am so excited for the phase he is in now and about to enter. Makes the loss of my wardrobe a small sacrifice to make in the grand scheme of it all.