Today I confiscated a plastic hammer (he was smashing it on the walls), cleaned up the chalk scribbles on the toy box, fed him 3 semi balanced meals (hey, that’s what Flintstones vitamins are for, right?), changed him (despite his failed attempt at putting his hands in his dirty diaper), cleaned him up (he earned a lollipop for letting me cut his nails), and I’ll be putting him to bed soon. And while I feel like I haven’t had a minute to myself I’m happy to do it all again tomorrow. I really love being a mom.
We celebrated Tyler’s second birthday yesterday and while he had a blast we faced a family tragedy. Our beloved cat BB passed away during the party. She had been losing weight and had an upper respiratory infection a few months back. We found her in the morning lifeless. We had to make the difficult decision to put her down or wait it out. We decided to wait to see what happened. Mid way through Tyler’s party she passed away. My last moments with her I told her that I loved her and that she would go to heaven with Bobo, our cat we had before her. I just remember her tail still wagging like she was at peace. It’s hard to grieve while celebrating. Sure she was a huge pain in the ass most times but the love Tyler had for her was just so sweet. We still have another cat named Misty and maybe he will grow to love her like he loved BB.
Tomorrow my itty bitty baby boy turns two. I will never forget the day he was born even though I was on A LOT of drugs due to preeclampsia. I was induced at 37 weeks and due to complications of the induction I was rushed into the operating room for an emergency c-section. I never prayed so hard in my life. At 7:43 pm they began and at 7:44 he was born! My first vision was him peeing on the pediatrician. He was a tiny little guy, 6 pounds 9.3 ounces and 19 inches long. Funny how I can’t remember my license plate number but those numbers I will always remember. This past year has been a ton more firsts. He walked at 16 months, talks up a storm, and has turned into the sweetest little boy. We have so much fun together even if we’re just sitting around playing with his toys. I won’t lie, I don’t want him to grow up. I know eventually my name will change from “mama” to “mommy” and then to “mom”. I know there will come a time when he tells me “you don’t understand mom” or “you’re so unfair”. But for now, he’s still my little boy, and no matter how many candles on his cake he’ll always be my baby.