Isla Grace is 9 months
Isla turned 9 months old yesterday. NINE MONTHS. It’s almost unbelievable to me. This is definitely my favorite stage thus far. She has the sweetest personality that is all her own. She’s constantly observing and learning and it’s amazing to watch her accomplish new things. She waves hello and goodbye, says mama, dada, and hi, eats finger foods, drinks water from a straw cup, crawls, pulls herself up, and has two cute little teeth! Still crossing our fingers for a full night’s sleep more than once in a blue moon.
I was recently scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed and realized that I kept scrolling past posts that came from the mom groups I am a member of and it hit me…I don’t need them like I used to. Sure, I love being a part of them but I don’t feel the constant insecurity about the decisions I make as a new mother the way I used to in the early days. I realized that I am trusting my instincts more and more and referring to the internet less and less and it is so incredibly freeing! I will say that those groups were a godsend in the beginning and truly did help me to not feel so alone during some rough phases. It’s amazing how many other people in the world are going through almost exactly what you’re going through in almost the exact moment. I also definitely still google about baby poop more than anyone should, but hey…we all need a little google time here and there.
Watching Isla grow and evolve is a mixed bag of emotions. On one hand, it’s incredibly sad how quickly each phase passes us by and then on the other hand, it’s so amazing to witness. Some things I am looking forward to in the upcoming months are hearing her sweet little voice learn new words, milestones, holidays, and her first birthday. All that said, I’m making a conscious effort every day to live in the moment and cherish exactly where we are in that moment. These are the greatest days of my life and I’m so grateful for them.
9 months in and I wish I could say I have it all figured out, but I have a feeling I will never be able to say that for the rest of my life and I’m partly okay with that. Truth is, there’s a huge learning curve to being a first-time mom. A learning curve in your marriage/relationship, a learning curve with your child, with your friendships, and your individualism. Maybe I’ll delve into those another day, in another post. For now, I’m just totally baffled that I have a 9-month-old, and in 3 months…THREE SHORT MONTHS… I will have a one year old. A toddler. That’s all I can handle for now.