It’s so difficult to believe that Quinn is the exact age this week that Keira was when we brought Q-man home from the hospital. I’ve been trying to wrap my mind around this all week feeling positive Keira seemed so much older at the time. Or then I think that maybe it’s because she was abruptly pushed from baby stage to toddler. I found myself, those last weeks when I was pregnant with Quinn, yanking away her bottles, switching to cups, encouraging, BEGGING, her to please walk, basically pushing her on to the next step in order to prepare for the tiny little brother that was about to arrive and rock her world! This week, tearfully, I yanked the bottles from Quinn- correction, Daddy yanked them this weekend after Mommy failed at the cold turkey method last week and HE endured the anguish and cries of “torture” while I left the room, left the house, and wondered what happened to my little baby? He is bottle free and walking this week- right on track with Keira’s pace, but he is my little baby still. I found myself being brave and rocking him to sleep last night, bottle free, taking a long time to just look in his eyes, snuggle him close, and let him completely fall asleep in my arms. I know that soon, VERY soon, he will be literally RUNNING away from me. Again with the internal debate… do I want just ONE more…. MAYBE!
