That's me... I feel so guilty that in right at 2 weeks my baby boy will be turning 1 and I have nothing planned. Granted I am having him a first birthday party late while we are visiting family during the Thanksgiving holidays but I still feel very guilty about it. With all my other children I would have had this planned months ago. I feel like as a mom of 4 kids I am falling behind on the things I did with my older kids than I am not doing with the baby. I feel like I should be taking in every little thing and making lots of memories since he is my absolute last baby. I mean like I can not have anymore as my OB cut, tied and burned those suckers. Well, unless God decides to intercede and prove science wrong but if he does I sure hope and pray he decides to give me a lot more patience while he's at it. :)
Back to the guilt I feel. I tend to overdo things. No, really I do! I know babies DO NOT understand that their first birthday is here in fact they have no clue until around age 3 or 4 that their birthday is important and not just some other day. So in that sense I know it really should not be a big deal whether he has a big birthday bash or a small get together but to me it is. I don't want him to be going through pictures one day and notice that all of his sisters and brother had this huge party when they turned 1 and he had a cupcake on his highchair after dinner. I mean really I think about this at least half the day and I wake up at night and think about this as well and then cant go back to sleep over my guilt.
Thing is with the move coming up quick and the decision we had in deciding where we were moving to it really surprised me. Not that I didn't know what month it was and when he was born was coming up fast but the time just flew by. So before I knew it here I am with 2 weeks until his 1st birthday and nothing. Not even any ideas. Maybe that is my sub conscience telling me that I am just going to pretend he is my baby forever. You know like in the book, "Love You Forever". I'll be the mom driving across town to climb into my grown son's house to rock him and tell him,
"I'll like you for always
I'll love your forever
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be"
I know sad right? I really need to get on the ball. Have any of you moms with a bunch of kids ever done this? And if you haven't can you at least stretch the truth to make me feel better? Guess I'll start looking at first birthday ideas...