Mummascribbles – The time – where has it gone? – Mummascribbles

This photo appeared on my timehop app this morning and it was like a thump of realisation that I don’t have a baby any longer. Of course, I’ve known for a while that he is no longer a baby but there’s nothing like an old photo popping up that makes you realise just how fast the time has gone.

In this photo he was 4 months old. He had just started rolling, was a smiling bouncy bubba who still loved sleeping on mummy. I wrote all about our co-sleeping experience here and seeing photos like this make me long for those snuggly days. The days where I still breastfed him to sleep, when I would be confined to the sofa through feeds and a baby who would only sleep on me. I would watch tv programme after tv programme but not always fully concentrating on them because it was much more fun watching this sleeping beauty doze away the day. I am so thankful that he would only sleep on me! At the time, it was a bit of a pain having a numb bum, constantly fed on boobs and the desperate need to wee but now I look back and realise just how precious those sleepy cuddles were. The cuddles with my baby boy. The innocence in his little face and his complete reliance on me.

Fast forward two years and I have this…

This gorgeous, intelligent, cheeky toddler. He amazes me every day and I love him more than I could ever explain to him or anybody. I still breathe him in like I did when he was a baby. I still love nothing more than watching him sleep. When he wakes in the night and I have to cuddle him back to sleep, even though I am so tired and needing to get up for work just a few hours later; his sleepy innocence at that moment makes my heart melt and it is all I can do to stop myself taking him in my arms and showing him my utter devotion.

But he is no longer my baby.

He talks to me. We have proper conversations – babies can’t do that.

He sings songs; twinkle twinkle, the beginnings of the alphabet song. Babies can’t do that.

He tells me colours, shapes, letters relating to words; that m is for mummy. Babies can’t do that either.

He is no longer a baby. He is a little boy. He will of course always be my baby. But he is a little boy who is growing and learning every day. He is amazing. He’s my Zach

Tags: baby, Parenting, Toddler, growing up