Why?

Why does it take what feels like forever for a baby to get here?

I spent months sick, on my deathbed, anxiously awaiting the arrival of Irelyn. One day POOF, like magic (magic that involved some good medicine) she was here.

But why does it go by so fast?

From the moment I held her for the first time to this moment right now, as I rocked her to sleep, it was as quick as a blink! My tiny newborn who would barley open her eyes, now wont shut her eyes in fear of missing anything. My little baby who would not sleep a blink with out a binky now acts offended if you offer it to her.

Why does it make me want to cry to think of her getting older?

I feel like this past 11 months was not long enough to savor every giggle or the first time she sat up or when she laughed and then when she crawled, and when she said mama for the first time and I knew that she knew I was HER mama! There is not enough hours in the day to sit around and laugh at the many facial expressions or her funny dance moves or to watch her as she is in awe that she now faces forward in the car or to see her figure out, yes that is ME in the mirror. I have loved every moment of her life but....

Why are babies only babies for two seconds but a teenager seems to last a eternity?

I was going to do my usual thing and post that Irey is now 11 months. But she is now almost ONE! Somehow the time slipped away from me. More then just time to record all the neat things she is doing but the time to soak up every moment of her baby days. I am always excited for the next stage to begin but there is a sad place in my heart that knows that those days wont ever happen again. The days when I held her till she sleep is a distant memory to these days that I read her books which will become, before I know it, the days I sit up till midnight waiting for her to come home.

Why does my baby have to get so big!?