My baby is nine months old today! While I reflect on every monthly anniversary, this one seems particularly special as it means she has now been with me in the physical world about as long as she spent growing inside me.
It’s a symbol of how fast time goes by. It won’t be long before she’ll no longer be a baby at all and then, because she is my last child, this magical “new mom” chapter of my life will be behind me forever.
So what’s it like to be nine months postpartum with two babies under three? It’s a combination of intensely chaotic and sublimely charmed. Rare is the moment I’m free of a child demanding something from me. Even time alone in the washroom is a rare occasion.
On the other hand, raising a nine-month-old is a blessed, life-affirming privilege. It’s enchanting to watch this little human mammal come into her own as an intelligent, socialized being.
Though she doesn’t yet have words, Larissa is an effective communicator, looking at what she wants and grunting with tightly balled fists until she gets it. She finds it intensely amusing when she discovers her older sister sleeping and squeals with delight to find herself in this position of power over her usually dominate older sibling. Continue reading