I just got back from the shops and had to grab a tin of formula. Which is no big deal. Then I realised. This will be the last tin of formula. Ever. In our household. When she turns one, that will be the end of her formula days and I'll move her over to cow's milk.
It signifies the end of babydom in our house. No more babies. Now a toddler and two children will be among us.
Perhaps I am overly sentimental. Or maybe I'm just a tad pathetic. Or lame. Possibly that too.
No more teeny tiny outfits. No more drool. Finding spew all around the house. Things being thrown from a highchair. No more bouncing on her on my knees. Nobody saying "Oooo! What a cute baby!". No more half sucked pages of books, teething rings. Rattles. Playpens. No more peakaboo. No more mini person. No more outfit sizes with differing quantities of zeros. No more scouring the floors for hazards. The days of putting everything in her mouth are coming to end. No more pureed food. No more mobiles. No more playgym sets.
No more bottles. No more formula. No more holding her in my arms and feeding her.
Having a baby can be hard. Well it is hard. It's challenging. Frustrating. Tedious. Exhausting. But it's so short lived. And it's not until it's over that you realise what a small blip it was in life. And then you wonder why you ever complained.
So I'm a little bit sad. Where did the time go?
No really. Where did it go?
|The Last Tin of Formula|
It was seriously only last week when I was finishing up at work some 5 and a half years ago, bidding my crappy corporate existence farewell and looking to embrace my new role as a mother.
Little did I know 3 beautiful children, happy and healthy children would come into our lives.
I'm keeping a close eye on this, The Last Tin of Formula. When it's empty, we have left Tilly's babyhood behind. We have left babyhood behind for good. No more babies.
Thankfully The Last Tin of Formula should last a few more weeks.
And then I will really cry.