Everything moved so quickly. I miss my precious tiny baby. Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing my little child run, play, communicate, and learn, but I miss my small little baby. I’m really sad it’s ended.
Everyone talks about the transition from newborn to baby/infant, but no one truly prepares you for the transition from baby to toddler.
I wouldn’t go back even if I could since I miss his kisses and his cheeky demeanor.
My son is 8.5 months old and is becoming very affectionate. It definitely softens the blow!
My wife and I can’t wait for our son to want to cuddle. He’s 6.5 months old and enjoys mild fun, but he gets fidgety when we try to cuddle. I’m looking forward to when he comes to us for comfort.
Ugh, I’m really dealing with the 18-month to 2-year stage. I cannot believe I missed the potato stage.
Nobody told me about the baby-to-toddler change. I am going through it now, and holy crap, I wish I still had my small baby, but I am also delighted to see how much she is growing and establishing her personality.
True, my son recently turned three, and I’ve said that each new phase has been my favorite. Going from you showering them with love to them opting to tell you they love you, hug you, and kiss you is amazing, as is how your interactions and talks with them evolve. It’s so much fun. Yes, there are difficult times, but the positive exceeds the negative. However, my wife is scheduled for a c-section on Friday, so it’s the best of all worlds!
Our TV/Roku screensaver is a picture slideshow we started when our son was born. We didn’t want to spam everyone with excessive baby pictures, so it’s become our running baby album for him—a giant living room digital frame we constantly add our favorite pictures to.
It’s indescribably surreal seeing and hearing my almost 20-month-old point at a picture of himself from his newborn phase and say, “Oh! A baby!” or “Look! Nana! Pop!” And then proceed to pretend to vacuum, or put train tracks together. Then he looks at me and says, “mo melk mama.”
Like…no, no. You are the baby in the picture. That baby who blew my mind when he reached for and held something for the first time. That baby couldn’t stand tummy time. How are you that same baby, who could only cry, grunt, or coo, suddenly standing before me, asking for more milk and addressing me?
Sometimes I think this is what it feels like to experience time non-linearly. It’s trippy. How did that happen in front of me without me noticing? It’s strange and sad, and part of the sadness is realizing this is just the beginning. I’ll feel this way again soon enough, about early toddlerhood. How old will he be when he whines and says it’s embarrassing to have that as our screensaver? How old will he be in the picture then? It’s like preparing for déjà vu in a wild, beautiful, and heartbreaking way.
Reading this made me cry 
, even if my little one is only 4 months.
This made me cry. Our LO is four months old, and I’m not sure where the time went. He started laughing this week, and it’s my favorite sound in the entire world, but it also kills my heart. I go back to work in two weeks and am very sad about missing out on time with him.
You have no clue what I would give to be able to see my son again at four months and snuggle him under my chin like a small koala. It happens SO quickly.
I agree! There are two weeks till work, and our daughter will turn four months old in ten days. I keep thinking about how she is already a quarter-year old. This encounter has left me with unfathomable feelings. There’s so much love and pain at the same time. I think she’ll be off to college before we know it.
I’ve never been concerned about aging. I used to sing a joking song about wanting to be old, but now that I have a child, I need time to calm the f@$% down. I cried when I heard someone say that one day I will pick up and set down my child for the last time and have no idea it is happening. It’s excessively cruel.
If it helps you feel any better, I am 27 and my mother still scoops me up to help when I am really unwell.
I was watching every second of it. I did not blink. But here I am. I’m racking my head, trying to figure out where my little bald potato went.
She yelled mother from her room today when her father tried (unsuccessfully) to put her down. I believe this is the first time she has genuinely phoned for me. She’s fast asleep now, and I could have laid her down 15 minutes ago, but I want to make sure future me knows I took every opportunity.