I’ve Got Baby Fever, But Not in the Way You Might Think

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Let me tell you, I’m feeling a serious case of baby fever right now. But before you get any ideas, it’s not about having a third child, and no, I’m not looking to adopt yours (nice try, though). I just want my little ones back. Whether it’s my son or my daughter, I’d be happy with either—just not both at once!

Lately, I’ve been caught up in this embarrassing midlife phase where I can’t stop thinking about babies. I’m talking about pure, unfiltered love for those tiny humans. And it feels like the universe is playing a cruel joke on me, as my social media feeds are flooded with adorable little ones—newborns, toddlers taking their first steps, and babies celebrating their first birthdays. Those chubby legs, delicate fingers, and wispy hair are enough to make my heart melt. I mean, especially the blue-eyed ones; both of my kids have those gorgeous hues, even now in their teenage years.

These little ones on my screen are like clean slates, asking for nothing but cuddles, food, and love. What could be more uplifting than a new baby? They symbolize fresh beginnings and remind us to love ourselves just a little more. Babies don’t hold grudges or roll their eyes; they’re just pure joy, giving you that look of unconditional love that can only come from a little one who doesn’t have a curfew or a list of chores to worry about.

I often find myself wishing I could turn back time, grasping for those moments that once filled my days with joy. I want to remember how it felt to snuggle a sleepy baby against my neck during those quiet early mornings when the house was still. I want to recall the way it felt to bathe my firstborn, terrified he might slip from my hands. I remember the exhilaration of hearing “It’s a boy!” or “It’s a girl!” and feeling like I somehow already knew them, even before those little pink or blue lines appeared on the pregnancy test.

But here’s the thing: I can’t remember it all.

People often told me, “You’re making memories!” during those endless hours of grocery shopping or pushing swings at the park. I probably say that to my younger friends now who are just starting their family journeys. Deep down, I hope they understand that, while their time may seem slow and mundane, it will pass quicker than they can imagine.

Yet, memories can be tricky. They aren’t always clear-cut; some are jagged and painful, and others don’t align with how our kids remember them—which is a shocker! But then there are those moments that stand out, shining bright as if highlighted, allowing you to relive them at any moment. Just rewind!

Other memories? They blend together, like a fog obscuring the details. I sift through boxes of printed photos (yes, I’m that old school) capturing an entire childhood. I can see it all: camping trips, amusement parks, birthdays, sleepovers, countless friends, family, beloved pets, and favorite toys. I didn’t keep a blog or journal when my kids were small; we just took photos and made videos, so I have plenty of memories tucked away.

But the haze of those 21 years is disconcerting. I honestly thought I’d remember more vividly. Sometimes I worry I’m losing my memories, one faded snapshot at a time.

So, just give me that baby back. Whether it’s my baby girl on my hip or my baby boy laughing so hard he can’t catch his breath, I promise I would cherish every second. I just wish I could hit rewind.

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In summary, while I’m nostalgic for the days of babies, I know the memories I hold are precious, even if they’re a little blurry. Life moves quickly, and all we can do is cherish the moments while they last.