Welcome to the world of a third child where there's no time to be obsessed, stressed or worried, and mommy instinct tells me everything is going to be OK.
Here's an excerpt from Josie's 2-month checkup:
Nurse: "So, any concerns?"
Nurse: "OK. Let's go over a list of milestones. Can Josie track objects."
Me: Blank stare. (Thinking...Crap! I forgot about that.) "I really don't know."
Nurse: "Does Josie grasp at a string when held above her head?"
Me: Blank stare. (Thinking...Who the heck holds a string over a baby's head? Did I do that nonsense with Julie?) "Sorry. I have no idea."
Nurse: "Does Josie recognize familiar faces?"
Me: Blank stare.(What the heck kind of question is that?) "I really don't know. I'm sorry. This is my third. I guess I haven't been paying attention."
Talk about feeling like a slacker mom. It's not that I love my beautiful baby Josie any less than her sister and brother. She's the sweetest baby ever and I love cuddling, snuggling and reading and singing to her.. It's just I don't have that one-on-one focus on her that I did with Julie. Who knows how that might affect how she grows up and develops. But, I think she's absolutely perfect whether she can grasp a string or not.
How could I not be in love with this pretty little girl?