In my twenties, I don't think I was emotionally ready to be a parent. In my thirties, I am wishing I was 25 again as I'm running after/carrying/bending over my 1 year old chunky monkey. It's a sad state of affairs, I know. I'm not a total couch potato, I mean I did run a marathon (ok it was 7 years ago but that still counts.) However, I'm finding that as SB changes and grows, so do the aches and pains in my back, hips, arms and even fingers and toes. Nobody mentioned all of this when I was preggers. I did not know that the body aches of pregnancy were just the tip of the iceberg until she is completely self-propelled. At the moment, I have horrible pain on the ball of my foot from walking around on hardwood floors in bare feet all day and rocking her at night. I need to be wearing shoes but I can't seem to make that happen during the day. I have a weird shoulder pain from hoisting her up and my hamstrings are sore from bending over to hold her hands while she totters around the house. What a pathetic inventory of woe. I sound like I should be at the Old Folks Home trading stories with Mabel and Ruth.
I went to the mall the other evening and before I even entered the building I caught myself twice thinking "I can't believe her mother lets her out of the house like that" as I passed young girls coming out of the mall. The first had super tight short shorts on, barely covering her rump. She was maybe 10 or 11 years old. The second had on similar attire. I know there are creepy men who sit in those lounge areas in the middle of the mall with sunglasses on just staring at young female passersby. I sure as heck wouldn't want Sarah Beth wearing (or not wearing) anything to attract Chester the Molester's attention. Especially at age 10. It makes me nauseous just thinking about it.
On a brighter note, Kurt and I just watched the movie "Babies" and it was the cutest thing ever. Amazing to watch 4 babies from different corners of the globe grow up and see how different and how similar people are. It seemed to me the Mongolian and African babies playing with dirt and sticks and farm animals were much happier than the San Fran or Japanese babies with all the fancy toys and gadgets. But all the families were very heartwarming. I don't think I'd have appreciated it half as much had I not had SB. I could see the same facial expressions and the same sounds that she makes coming from that little African baby. Made me want to hold hands and sing "We are the World." Ok, that may be an exaggeration, but it really was a cool movie. Made me feel a little silly for worrying about SB playing in the grass. It's not like she's in danger of being trampled by cows.
Interruption ...sweet Sarah Beth was just having a baby nightmare, whimpering in her sleep. It is the saddest sound. I woke her up, changed her diaper and she went back to peaceful slumber. Poor girl. I wonder what babies have bad dreams about?
1 comment:
don't worry, the aches and pains will go away. my crazy thumb thing never even happens anymore and I thought for sure it was going to kill me!
I think baby bad dreams are full of wet diapers and empty bottles. that and being dropped off at daycare (in case you ever question your decsion to stay at home)!
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