yo-ho, yo-ho, is a baby's life for me?
If I've heard it once, I've heard it a million times. When carrying my baby around in her baby carrier, inevitably someone will look at her and say, "It looks like she's living the good life. I think I'd like to go back to those days."
I always want to say, "Really? Are you really sure about that? Because, the truth is, those days really aren't too far away." Nobody I know really relishes the loss of independence, the loss of control (bladder and otherwise) and the loss of freedom.
My older kids look at the attention and snuggles that my baby daughter is getting, and they speak of their wish to be a baby again. I try to remind them that their sister doesn't get to watch movies, eat ice cream or ride bikes outside. They concede my point, but I can tell the envy lingers.
Lately, however, I have started to rethink my position. Maybe I would like to live a baby's life, at least for a little while. I have realized that a baby's sole responsibility is to eat, sleep and poop. No matter what else is going on, I always make time to feed her. Considering that at this time in my life, I barely manage to grab a granola bar for breakfast, it might be nice to have someone sit me down every three hours to give me a meal.
Sleeping is becoming more and more of a distant memory. If the only expectation people had for me was to sleep in any position, wherever I happen to be, I certainly would be a lot more rested than I am now. This baby thing is starting to sound better and better...
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