...when you think about all the things that your LO will never remember? Anything from silly little things to aging family members who certainly won't be around in a few years. For breakfast this morning I made a miniature "Julian-sized" omelet. Sure, I will make many more omelets in the years to come, but he won't remember the first one, which he happily devoured, sitting in his high chair in this little kitchen that he also will not remember because we'll be moving soon. He won't remember how he wiggled under the loveseat, while I watched, amused and wondering what the heck he was doing, until he surfaced very proudly with a cheerio.
Ack. I can be very sentimental...
Re: Does it make you sad...
And now I'm crying. I'm such a sap!
For real though, I've thought about this a lot. It's not only about what she won't remember, but it's about the little things that I'm afraid I won't remember. I've been doing my best to preserve memories by keeping up to date on her baby book, writing in my own journal, taking lots of pictures, and trying to scrapbook. (trying lol). I created an email address specifically for her, and passed the address out to a lot of friends and family members, and have encouraged everyone to send as many emails as they want to her. I'll share that with her when she's older, and she'll be able to read everyone's memories of her, including people who may not be in her life when she's older.
Don't feel bad. I cry about this sometimes.
My Mamaw is 80, and has a rapidly spreading cancer. (It originated as breast cancer and is moving up. It'll be in her brain by Aria's first birthday at this rate. We'll be lucky if she's here next year) Mamaw is the most wonderful woman. She's kind, caring, squishy... just the perfect example of what a Mamaw should be. "I adore her" doesn't even touch it.
Aria loves her so much. They're really close... and in all likelihood, Aria won't remember her. Heaven is a little too far away.
And I'm crying... like crocodile tears, have to leave my desk crying.
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I do too!
We're moving next month, and I'm sad that she'll never know the house we brought her home to (though on the other hand, I'm glad because we're in a condo with HORRIBLE downstairs neighbors so she'll never remember all the loud fights/swearing/pounding etc).
I take a zillion pictures of everything, because I don't want to forget either. She is (and always will be) our only child. We only get to do these "firsts" once.
A+S | Met 8/24/06 | Married 9/27/08
Started TTC 12/2008 | dx PCOS 5/2009
6 failed clomid/femara/TI cycles, 1 failed clomid/ovidrel/IUI cycle
Successful Cycle: 5/12/11 - 1000mg Metformin + 100mg Clomid(late response) + TI = BFP
2/13/12 - We proudly welcomed our daughter, Hadley Teresa!
Lots of Luck to all of 3T/IF
Yes, it does. Sometimes I feel bad, because I don't think I did enough to preserve each of those memories. Like I didn't take enough picutres on Halloween, I haven't updated his My First Year Calendar enough, etc. It makes me feel less guilty about not "capturing" every moment in the right way, when I think about a quote from the book White Oleander, where the main character, who is a foster child is selling her Christmas dress from when she lived with a foster mom that she loved. Her new foster family is selling most of her things (and a lot of their own too) to make money. And the foster brother talks to her about how he can tell that this nice dress was special to her, held a lot of memories, and he says, "You want to remember? So, just remember."
It also helps me fight off my more hoarderish tendencies.
Yes. This.
Now I'm crying too. I'm blaming it on my cough if anyone walks by my cube in the next 10min or so.
A+S | Met 8/24/06 | Married 9/27/08
Started TTC 12/2008 | dx PCOS 5/2009
6 failed clomid/femara/TI cycles, 1 failed clomid/ovidrel/IUI cycle
Successful Cycle: 5/12/11 - 1000mg Metformin + 100mg Clomid(late response) + TI = BFP
2/13/12 - We proudly welcomed our daughter, Hadley Teresa!
Lots of Luck to all of 3T/IF
Aww, I'm sorry!
This is why I'm happy that I braved black friday 6 months pregnant last year for a camcorder. I would do it again to have been able capture Hayley at 1 day old in the hospital and thousands of other 2 min videos since!
My parents didn't get a video camera til I was 3 - but with my little brothers, they get to see what happened that they have no memory of. I like being able to see my few birthdays that I can't remember.
I almost want to start a little photo journal for Hayley too (not a scrapbook exactly - like a little diary) that I can give her when she leaves for college that she can read and have a little insight to what was going on that she'll never remember like I will. Maybe she'd appreciate seeing her past through my eyes.
And now I'm feeling blue
sigh....
TTC #2 since 10/2013
BFP #1 (4.14.14) ~ CP (4.18.14)
BFP #2 (6.27.14) ~ EDD 3.7.15
Now I will never be able to move. Ever.
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And just to add in a little crazy - I got in a car accident about two months ago and when they totaled my car I lost it...that is the car Allison came home in. I'm tearing up thinking about it. A car! But she slept there, she went to so many "firsts" in that car...I dont' think I can ever look at an Altima without sadness again.
And forget it...I'm never moving out of my crowded-no storage-bad layout townhouse!
AND now I have to break out the camcorder more...I have like 5 little videos and that is all and my memory sucks!
Crying at work...sad...I need to go home and hug my baby while she is still a baby now...
Ok, tears...
But I can give some hope to you ladies that are moving. We moved out of our small condo in September and just moved into our house about two weeks ago. I was devastated that we were leaving the home we brought both of our babies home to. They would never remember that home. My older son would never remember the nursery, or the hallway he ran up and down, constantly pi**ing off my neighbors. I even frantically tore down the animal decals in the nursery and saved them about 5 minutes before the closing. I was so sad that my older son would cry to go back home to his old house.
But you know what? Now that we are here, it is wonderful. The boys love it. They have space, my little one finally has a crib and a bedroom, and this feels like home. Yeah, we left the place where the babies came home, but this is where they will come home after their first days of school, where they will have their first sleepovers, and where I will critically judge their first girlfriends. I took lots of pictures of the old condo, and I will show them to the boys when they are older. I am looking forward to many, many new memories here.
It will be ok!