My son is 8 months old today

Where has the time gone? When I was pregnant the days and weeks seemed to drag on forever. Last year at this time I was sitting home all alone, just about to turn 5 months pregnant. I had quit my job after being sick for many weeks and I had just recently moved back home to this house after being gone for 13 years. I wasn’t speaking with my mother unfortunately and there’s no time in my life that I can ever remember as being as lonely as I was when I was pregnant, not even during my teenage years. My sister had just missed my big ultrasound without so much as a “I’m sorry” or “I slept in”. My husbands job as a truck driver kept him away for 6 weeks at a time sometimes. I had cut off most of my friends due to their drug or attitude problems and those that I was in contact with never came to visit me. All except one.. my friend Angel, who I am extremely thankful for. She didn’t come often but at least she tried.. and a year later she is still my best and most reliable friend.

So much has changed in a year. I’m still lonely but not in the way that I was. I’ve come to terms that no one is going to be as excited about my child as I am. As far as I’m concerned no one will ever be able to love him as much as I can. I know that seems selfish but that’s how I feel. I grew him inside me after all! It was just him and I. I would sing to him every day and tell him how much his mom and dad loved him and couldn’t wait for him.

Anyway, now he’s 8 months old. My little baby is growing up so fast. He’s so independent. He’s had his very own personality from the day he was born. I always thought that a babies environment and the people around them shaped them but it seems now that is only partially correct. For the most part my babies personality was decided the moment he entered this world. He rolled over at 2 1/2 weeks, he learned how to move toward me to breastfeed when I would lay on the bed with him, he said his first word before 3 months old “Hi” (He won’t say it now btw), he learned to sit up out of the blue at 5 months old, then shortly after he was crawling, then pulling himself up, now he’s cruising along the furniture. So much has happened it’s unbelievable! I really can’t wait to see what the next 8 months bring. I also have to say that for the first time in a really long time even though I won’t be getting presents myself that I am looking forward to Christmas. I’ve been singing him Christmas songs every day (he absolutely loves music) and I can’t wait to put up the tree and see his reaction. To be able to spend Christmas with my very own little family for the very first time is something I am going to cherish forever.

Well, that’s all for now. Baby is sleeping and I actually got a few minutes to myself! Here’s a newer pic of Vincent. Now tell me, who couldn’t be happy seeing that face every morning?

Vincent eating toast

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