You know how, the older you get, the faster time seems to go? Like, when you're seven, and you're waiting to turn eight, it feels like a million years, but when you're seventeen and waiting to turn eighteen, it happens in the blink of an eye?
I feel like the same thing happens with kids. I swear, the first month of Gracie's life lasted a year. And even though my maternity leave felt too short, it also felt like I was away from work for five years. And even after the colic passed and she became the sweetest, most amazing little thing, I swear the first year of her life was an eternity. It just felt so. very. long. Not always in a bad way, but long. Then Katie was born, and five minutes later, she was a month old. I went back to work ten minutes after that. Jimmy, shoot, don't even get me started. I swear I'm still in labor or something, and he's rapidly aging in the delivery room.
I just thought of it because I was looking at a picture of my friend's daughter on Facebook- her first, and a formerly fussy newborn. I thought she must be nearing a year old, but she's not, she's only six months old. And I think maybe that is how we experience firstborn children. Everything is so monumental, and gets so much of our focus, every milestone, every month, it just happens more slowly. And then we get busier, and we know what to expect, and so it's a combination of less focus and that same thing as when you're driving somewhere new and it seems like it takes a million years longer than the drive home? I don't know. IT'S TOO FAST IS ALL, OKAY???
There are others like me. I KNEW I WASN'T CRAZY. (Check out the comments. There are LOTS of us.)