My daughter is in the middle of a growth spurt.
It’s really funny how I can spot these from a mile away. First comes the eating. Then comes the snoozing. Then come the crankies. This latest growth spurt began when my picky eater (as of late) began requesting snack after snack after snack: “Mommy, I mowgurt?” “Mommy, I quacker?”, “Mommy, I Fwies?” (veggie fries). Meals were gobbled up, cup after cup of milk and water requested. Snack after snack granted. After a couple days it became clear that we were in the middle of a growth spurt.
Traditionally, after a week of calorie-loading, my little girl has then gone on a sleeping spree. Early bedtimes, late wake-ups, longer-than-usual naps. This is actually the really great part of the growth spurt, because once I see that it’s coming, I get my “to-do” list ready and prepare to be amazingly productive.
But then come the crankies. Growing is hard work (hey, they don’t call them “growing pains for nothing), so I can completely understand this phase of the growth spurt, and my only contribution as a mom is to be ready with snuggles when she wants them, give her space when she doesn’t, and watch her for the times when I need to break out the baby Tylenol (the growth spurts that involve cutting teeth are often the ones that require those “big guns”).
Once the crankies are complete, little lady is noticeably bigger. And of course, then follows the painful part for mom: Packing up all those clothes that no longer fit!
With this past weekend being a 3-day weekend, I should have known that I’d be in for it if I went out on the roads. Sometimes though, there’s just no getting around it: you have to get from point A to point B, and you have to drive there. When baby is on board for a road trip though, there’s nothing that can throw a parenting curveball better than traffic.
You think you’ve got everything you need: Plenty of snacks. Plenty of drinks. Plenty of diapers (if your baby is still using them). I used to think pulling over to the side of the road to change a wet diaper during traffic was a pain. But what do you do when your potty-training toddler needs to GO and there’s no exit to be found? You’ve got quite a parenting conundrum on your hands at that point, and luckily, I haven’t had to find out the answer. My brief panic at the mere thought of what to do in that situation, has me coming up with a plan of prevention: make stops often and at regular intervals, even if the need isn’t apparent, so that in case of the unexpected, the dreaded potty situation will be less likely to occur. Fingers crossed that my plan works.
But it’s not just potty issues that can have moms stressing when it comes to unexpected traffic. Traffic can also be a concern for nursing moms. Babies have to be in their car seats, in the back seat when the car is moving. That’s just a fact. So it necessarily follows that the car needs to stop in order for mom to nurse. If your baby is sleeping peacefully for the first part of your trip, and then you get stuck on a highway where there’s no movement whatsoever, your options are pretty limited when baby wakes up hungry. This actually DID happen to me when my little one was 5 months old. I was driving with a friend who was visiting the Bay Area for the first time, and what I thought was going to be a quick, 30 minute drive turned into a 2 and a half hour ordeal. I stressed, and cried along with my little one, trying my hardest to get to an exit as fast as I could (it ended up taking a very LONG 20 minutes). Once we made it to the exit, I found a place to safely pull over, got in the backseat and nursed. (Yet another moment where I was grateful that I packed my nursing cover!)
Of course, with proper planning both of these crises can be averted. Regular potty breaks. Plenty of pumped milk on hand (and a travel bottle warmer for babies who are finicky about milk temperature, like mine was). I wish I could say I’m perpetually well-prepared, but even when I think I’m well-prepared, it always seems like there’s something I forget. As a first-time mom, I really am just learning everything as I go (at least I’m a quick-study). I’m just glad that I have a sense of humor for the times that modern life hands me a teachable moment. I’m sure there will be many more.
We’ve come a long way, baby. From maternity gowns, to the days of the A-line maternity shirt, to today’s bump-hugging sophisticated styles, maternity wear has evolved from fashion to hide your growing belly, to fashion designed to show it off.
Even before I was pregnant (way back in 2009), I was envious of the cute maternity clothes in the windows of maternity stores. So, I was super excited when I finally got my chance to embrace my Mommy-style. At the time of my pregnancy, trendy little dresses were in- with crisscrossed v-neck necklines and ties around the waist to accentuate a growing Mommy’s curves. I also rocked the basic t-shirt and jeans look quite frequently- something that usually looks pretty standard to me, but maternity designers somehow made it look hip. I was so sad when I no longer needed my maternity clothes, and had to pack them away.
Fast forward only 2 years later, and already maternity fashion has changed. Again, I’m envious of the trendy dresses that I see on the Mommies-to-be around town. It looks like “chic” is in now, whereas the trend was more casual during “my time”. Makes me think that when we’re ready for baby #2, the box of maternity clothes that I have in our attic will be too behind the times. I guess I’ll just have to go on another maternity shopping spree some day. I mean, come on- it’s not going to take a lot of arm twisting. And #1 on my list will be this adorable stripey maternity dress from Destination Maternity. That is, if the trends don’t change again by then.
“I love you too, Mommy”- the words that I have been waiting to hear finally came out of Harper’s mouth last night while I was tucking her into bed. I literally cried with joy. My heart is totally overflowing with gratitude and pride and overwhelming love for this child that sometimes I don’t even think I can take it!
Her vocabulary has been steadily increasing over the past months, and up until last night, she’s usually responded with a barely audible, whispered “yuv Mommy”, but last night it was loud and clear. (Ok, the “love” may have sounded more like “yuv”, but I know what she meant!)
I am so over-the-moon excited about this new development– more so than I even expected I would be. Obviously I was excited for the time when she would clearly communicate with me but so much more now that she’s communicating feelings, and not just needs. Moments like that make every second of worrying or stressing over what’s best for her worthwhile. I’m just in awe of the amazing little person that she’s becoming right before my eyes.