On Wednesday, Solomon was 6 weeks old. I've been trying to sit down and write this since then - but alas, time is consumed w/feedings, changings, naps, tummy time,etc.
So now he's sleeping in the bouncer after a fun 15 minute morning tummy time w/Sammie that was just, how shall I say it, amazing. Who would have thought that the joy of my day would be squatting on the floor, throwing a toy w/Sam and watching Sol giggle - thats right, he's giggling, or at least he looks like he is and I'll take that for now.
What an amazing 6 weeks. Hard to believe. Looking back, the 6 week ultrasound is still so real - I mean, it was just yesterday that we were rejoicing because we had a heartbeat at 6 weeks. Then we made 6 months. Then it was 6 weeks TO GO. Now, here we are, he's 6 weeks old.
On Wednesday I had my 6 week checkup w/the doc ( got the all clear - v. happy to resume all regular activities :) and I was sitting there in a packed waiting room and watching all the other "mothers". There were a ton of 6-week checks like us (none had as cute or well behaved baby as I, of course) but there were all sorts of mothers in various stages - a lot big and looking miserable and ready (like I was), a lot smaller and still in that glowing cute phase, some not showing at all but holding that first ultrasound and wearing that ear-to-ear grin that everyone wears when they first see that amazing creature growing inside them. Some had their significant others beside them - usually the moms earlier in their pregnancy had their menfolk, those bigger, every other week appt women were alone - like I did til those last few appointments - after all, it really is boring for our husbands to watch us get weighed, pee in a cup and get our blood pressure taken.
So I sat there watching and listening and thinking how full circle this all is - how I enjoyed every single appointment, every single phase. How new and exciting it all was. And nerve racking. How I will never have all those feelings again. For baby #2 it will be different. Exciting and wonderful - but differnt. Expected. And that is ok. It will always be special. Sol will be special ( for obviously sooo many reasons) but for John and I he was our little miracle, our little experiment. He was and is the source for all that which was new and exciting and wonderful. And I am soo grateful and thankful that he is here, that he made it, that we made it. And we have all those months, all those appointments, all those memories and ultrasounds and blog updates and co-pays ( ug) to show for it. And now, a whole new phase is starting. I dont need to go back to the doc except for that yearly woman exam (which compard to labor will now be a piece of cake!!). Now we are truly "on our own and out of the womb" -- and a part of me is sad because all in all I enjoyed being pregnant ( until the last month or so - oh and not the morning sickness and also not the ligament pain) - but I enjoyed be the pregnant Allie, I enjoyed being "special" though I supposed now I'm the mom of someone pretty freaking special - and that is perfectly wonderfully fine by me.
Happy 6 weeks baby Sol xoxo
