No Longer the Baby

I haven't blogged in forever. I think its because so much has been in my head that I didn't know where to start. Seriously y'all, it may not seem like it but i am thinking all the time. I wish I could just turn my head off and stop analyzing... but I can't.

Today I have great news to blog about... I have conquered  my fear of babies!!! You're probably thinking how can someone be afraid of babies??? Well here are 3 reasons they terrify me:

 

1) They are so tiny and breakable which made the thought of holding one terrifying to me. What if  I dropped  her? Or accidentally hurt her?? I'd feel soooo terrible. I am very happy just watching them from a  distance that way my accident prone self can't cause harm.

2) They drool. I HATE drool, and really spit of all kinds. Baby drool makes me want to vom, dog drool makes me retch,  and cow drool... ewww I just don't want to think about cow drool.  Babies should be born with a tray that attaches to them that catches all of the drool and dispenses it elsewhere.... far far far away from me.

3) They spit up... if there is one thing I hate worse than drool its spit up.... which is odd because I don't mind throw up. go figure. 

As you can imagine my fear of babies is problematic, especially because my beautiful new baby cousin, Amelia, just came into the world. Alright, I will admit it I am a bit jealous. I was the baby of my biological family until this little dumpling came into the world. (And when I say dumpling i mean dumpling... this child has rolls on rolls on rolls). I LOVED being the baby. Call it only child syndrome or whatever you may, but nothing seems better in my eyes than being the baby. Giving up this title to Amelia wasn't easy, but I have come to terms. 

I have made leaps and bounds this month. No longer am I as freaked out by drool,  I accept that it is part of life and she is not doing it on purpose. Drooling all the time must be a hard life for a baby lol. Amelia can hold her head up and sit up so I no longer feel like I will break her and would be very content to just hold her little stout body forever. Spit up... well... spit up still freaks me out... but that's what rags are made for.  Plus her bubbly little smile and deep blue eyes make it all worth while.

Yes, I am proud to say I am facing my fears one baby at a time and Ms. Amelia is very patiently helping me.