4.07.2014

My Opposite of Maybe



I just got back from spending five nights in Charleston, SC with my sister and four week-old nephew. I had a great time in an awesome city with some of my favorite people. It went by way too fast as days tend to do with newborns.  It takes time to get out of the house, the days revolve around feedings, and then you look at the clock and it is already 4:00. The greater majority of the last five years of my life have been filled with days like these. And I have loved every second of it (well, maybe not while I was in the moment all the time), but I can honestly say now that those days are behind me.

I’ve said it before, but this week pretty much solidified it… This baby shop is closed for business. Not only does my sister have all of my baby stuff, but I’m just not interested in going back to the newborn phase. Been there, done that, bought the frumpy maternity clothes… And now I know I’m done.

Don’t get me wrong… I loved the snuggling and baby time. I loved his smell and soft skin and his sweet little face while he slept. But, I also loved that I could give him back. I’ve heard it a million times, but now I get it. And it’s the first time I’ve ever felt that way. I’m far enough from that phase that I can look back on it fondly without any sort of longing for just one more. I’m good with what I am so lucky to have. I’ll encourage my friends and family to keep popping them out so I can get a little fix from time to time, but that’s pretty much it. I’m excited for the next phase of my life.

At the same time I’m so excited as my sister starts this new phase of her life. It’s so fun to watch her and she is doing awesome with a baby who is a little more fussy than most. She’s totally keeping it all in perspective – something I was totally incapable of doing with my first newborn.  And I’ll keep cheering her on… from my next phase of life with a cocktail in my hand.

This post was inspired by the novel  The Opposite of Maybe by Maddie Dawson. At the age of 44, Rosie finds herself suddenly single and pregnant. She tries to hide in her grandmother’s home, but meets two men that will change her life forever. Join From Left to Write on April 8 we discuss The Opposite of Maybe. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.

4 comments:

Thien-Kim aka Kim said...

I am the same way. Except I knew I was done after I had my 2nd child. Like right after. Now I just admire other people's cute babies from a distance.

Alicia said...

I feel the same way about grandchildren. My sister just became a grandmother and I don't have grandkids yet. Sometimes I envy her but I see her unable to make plans to do anything because she "might" have the baby and I am so glad that I am still footloose and fancy free!

northsidefour said...

Because we had twins I was never really really certain that this was it, I couldn't imagine that I only "got" to be pregnant once. My husband likes to remind me how miserable I was late in the game on that one shot, so easy to forget. So nice for you that you got to discover this on your own terms, and with a wonderful new baby! Congratulations!

janaki said...

Isn't it great to be the aunt??