CoCo is about to turn one.
My last baby, my last first birthday boy.
I'm struggling with this. During the pregnancy I was certain I had reached my limit. 5 was enough, I had put in my time & exhausted myself physically and mentally.
I miss the baby days. A cuddling newborn in my arms, nursing to sleep. I'm sad that I won't get to have those days anymore.
I am, however, enjoying the time I am at home with him. I'm taking advantage of every moment we get together & celebrating all of the small things.
He'll be walking and running full force soon, and will be talking soon as well. Watching him transform from baby to little boy is simply amazing.
