To my third biological child — happy birthday to you!
It’s been said that the youngest child, or the last child, is the most spoiled. They are typically the carefree ones, the risk-taker, because parents are less cautious by the time they have their third child (or last child). I’m not sure if any of this is true just yet (except that we are definitely less cautious this time around). One thing I do know, is that these last 365 days of the year have been THE TOUGHEST of all my parenting days.
“Have another baby,” they said.
“He’s cute,” they tell me.
I keep telling myself, “this won’t last forever.”
Except, when this baby isn’t like the others! You would think we would know what we’re doing by the third baby, right? Wrong.
I honestly, BARELY REMEMBER the first four months of his life. I, we, were in literal survival mode. Not only did we have a 2.5 year old to care for, but for 10 weeks straight, he would literally SCREAM for hours and hours and hours…and then some more. Nothing worked — and I’m a babywearing, breastfeeding pro! Or so I thought! I had the most difficult time learning (yes, learning!) to breastfeed this boy. It was painful. It was tiring. It was driving my insane. Was I really going insane? Is this what postpartum depression feels like?? As quickly as his screaming stopped, separation anxiety kicked in and now we have a STAGE 5 CLINGER. Eeeek!
Life was getting crazy. Hurricanes were coming (literally)! I was losing myself and friendships.
Here we are. An entire year around the sun. Though it was tough, I have SO MUCH to be grateful for. I may have lost friendships, but I’ve also gained some beautiful friendships, too (something that many mothers will tell you, is difficult to do). I’m volunteering and working in a community that I love. We have a beautiful family and an amazing extended family that is always around.
So yes. Nothing lasts forever. But for now, I’ll celebrate this little guy that has completely changed our lives — Steele Lee Roy ❤