Wait, it's already been a year?

Charlie turned one yesterday and it still hasn't sunken in. I don't know if I'm in denial or shock, but it doesn't bother me in the least. I don't feel any different been though everything has changed haha he's no longer a baby baby, he's a toddler baby.

In the last year, I've learned so much about myself as a mother and a woman, about Eric as a father and a man, Charlie as a baby and my family as a unit. I knew I was always maternal but I didn't know the depth of love and anxiety it could take on. I have fears about things that could happen to Charlie in the next ten years or ten minutes but I always remind myself to stay in the moment with him.

Things I would tell myself a year ago:

You'll never get any of these moments back, so enjoy them. Even when it's 2 am, you're exhausted, Charlie is nursing and you're falling asleep. Just start cosleeping from the beginning and save yourself the stress.

He's a big boy, but don't let that trick you into thinking he's a big boy-- he's still just a baby.

You're doing a great job, don't worry so much. You take care of him, love him and he loves you-- don't compare yourself to others. What works for you works for you.