After a long battle with infertility (years and years and years of pain) we have finally been blessed with a baby boy who is now 12 weeks old. We are unlikely to ever be able to conceive again and this baby really is our miracle.
I love him so much. Every single little thing. The way he smells, his soft hair, his milky breath, the little fat creases on his arms, the ways his eyes slowly drift shut as he suckles to sleep, how his little chubby hand grabs my finger. All of him. He is perfect in every single way.
I am so happy. The happiest I’ve ever been in life.
Here’s the thing. More and more I find myself just wishing I could pause time and live my life in this perfect stage of life. The time is going so quickly and it terrifies me to a point I’m not sure is healthy. I already look back daily on pictures of my baby at younger stages. It feels as though each day I celebrate, however at the same time I celebrate my gorgeous boy and how lucky I am, I grieve the loss of previous days/stages/events at the same time.
I have become obsessed with taking pictures, videos and notes so I remember all the details of him at each stage. I’m worried this is becoming an unhealthy obsession because it’s fuelled by worry and panic of time passing. I think it’s also amplified by the fact I naturally have a bad memory.
I’m not sure what I’m asking other than, is this grief and fear something other parents feel? How do you manage this?