- the sound of fireworks and mercun near your house is no longer a cause of excitement. Instead you find yourself cringing at every loud ass crackle and pop, while glancing nervously at your sleeping baby, praying to god that he or she doesn't jolt from their slumber. Because if they did wake up, that would mean that all that rocking and shushing them to sleep would have been in vain and you'd have to do it all friggin' over again. You muster everything you have to not go around the neighbourhood to find the source of all the rip roaring racket, banging down their door with screaming baby in tow and shouting "YOU DID THIS TO MY BABY!!! NOW YOU PUT HIM BACK TO SLEEP AGAIN!!"
- your 5-month-old baby's clothes outnumber the clothes you have collected for the past 28 years of your life.
- you find yourself checking out every single baby you come across. Especially when your baby isn't with you - because every infant you see will remind you of your son. At your company's event. At the LRT station while you're on your way home. At the side of some random street when you're driving. You miss your own even more with every baby you spot. And that's a lot of babies!
- that sesame street song your baby listens to about oh, just a billion times a day, is stuck in your head allllll day long. And you catch yourself singing it in the car, when you're alone, on the way to work.
- you feel like you are some sort of superhero when your baby looks at you with 'that look' that tells you you mean the world to him.
- you are oh so tired, yet so deliriously happy.
- you can't remember what life was like before baby. Your days take on a whole new different meaning now. No more parties, full nights of sleep, catching up on tv shows while you bum around and do nothing. Now it's baby, baby, baby. And you wouldn't want it any other way.
sloppy kisses,
'Aainaa
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