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My son is growing up. Okay, so he’s only 8 months old but I already can’t believe how big he is. Today, he showed me how much he has grown.
He has spent much of his young life in his swing. He had infant heartburn when he was younger and as one of the remedies, I put him in his swing to sleep. He slept at night in his swing, he napped in his swing and sometimes he just sat and enjoyed his swing.
His heartburn has been doing a lot better the last couple of months but he was still sleeping in his swing (no judgments, I am a working mom). The pediatrician told us it didn’t matter where he slept if he was comfortable and sleeping.
I kept telling myself I should make him sleep in his big boy bed at night but to be honest, I just wasn’t ready for him to grow up.
Finally, I went on summer vacation and decided it was time to teach him to sleep in his big boy bed. I have still been letting him sleep in his swing during the day.
After today that will change.
When I went to pick him up from his nap today, he was trying to roll over in his swing and crawl out.
My little boy was trying to crawl out.
There was a part of me that was so proud because he is really starting to get mobile. Another part of me was so sad that he is getting so big already.
The days he had heartburn were hard. I never want to hold my baby again and know he is in pain and there is nothing I can do. He was colicky. He cried for hours. He threw up everything he ate. He hardly slept. I hardly slept.
His heartburn caused him not to gain weight the way he should. At two months old, he still hadn’t gained a full pound. The pediatrician told us to keep him sitting upright as much as possible.
When he wasn’t in our arms, he was in his swing.
It is so bittersweet to know I am going to have to give up one of the things that gave him the most comfort – his swing. His swing helped him stay sitting up and helped relieve his heartburn. His swing rocked him to sleep. His swing played comforting music for him. His swing kept him comfortable and safe when my arms weren’t holding him.
I have fantasized about being a mother since I was a little girl but I couldn’t plan for all the mixed emotions of my little boy getting bigger.
I know there will be so many more milestones that he will reach and I will smile with pride and cry because he’s not little anymore. As hard as giving up his swing is for me, I know it will not be the last time he will remind me that he is growing up.
What are your opinions and experiences?