Since Amani learned to roll over, she’s realized that if she pushes hard enough, she can work her way around the room. Once I set her down, she begins rolling over and and wiggling about. The problem is that she’s paired this exciting milestone with another — putting things in her mouth. Now when she reaches something in front of her, she immediately puts it into her mouth. The message is loud and clear: Time to baby proof!
I love being socially active. I get it from my Mama. I enjoy being involved at my daughters’ school, at our mosque, in Girl Scouts, and being out with friends. There’s so much to see, do, and be a part of in my community that it’s hard to stay at home and sit out on all the fun. Of course my priority is my family and home. Once all is in order, except for a load or two of laundry, it’s off we go to interact, explore, and enjoy. My family is all on board except for one little, very vocal member… Amani.
It doesn’t feel too long ago that I was crying to my midwife about being 10 days overdue. At the time, I felt like I would be “pregnant forever.” Of course, that wasn’t the case and Amani finally graced us with her presence. Then came the next “never ending” phase of sleep deprivation and newborn nursing sessions. She was so tiny, and the nights were so long. The days blurred into weeks, and before I knew it, my baby girl turned 4 months old.
From the moment my alarm goes off in the morning until I put my head down late at night, everything I do is for my family. Getting ready for school, tending to the baby, running errands, cleaning up around here, making meals, playing with my toddler, playing taxi, homework…You get the idea! All day, every day, I’m focused on this family of mine. I’m a mom, it’s what I do. It’s what I love.
However, every now and then, I need a chance to break free and enjoy myself, alone. Well, not alone, but with my friends! I’m a firm believer that every mom out there needs a regular girl’s night out.
I keep catching myself referring to Amani as a newborn. At nearly 5 months, I think it’s safe to say we’re well past that stage. I’m just having such a hard time letting go of that phase.
As usual, it was a blur of sleep deprivation, a rollercoaster of postpartum hormone induced mood swings, and a period of denial that time is moving way too fast. When her sisters were 5 months old, they were all already sleeping in the crib through the night. As for Amani, I’ve kept her in my bedroom by my side for as long as I could.
Now, she’s showing signs that it’s time to transition to a crib.