When Your House No Longer Has Babies

Being a mom of four, every time one of my babies started to grow up, I’d just have another one. Well, now “baby” four is growing up and there isn’t another baby coming in her spot. It’s a hard pill to swallow. Don’t get me wrong, our family is completed and I don’t long for another baby but I do long for this period to stay a little longer, but nonetheless, it’s fleeting. As Kenny Chesney says “don’t blink!” There are things you never think will make you emotional until it’s time to move on.

Cleaning out the bottle cabinet. My youngest hasn’t had a bottle in over a year and every time I open the cabinet to clean, I. Just. Can’t. It is literally the silliest thing, but I can’t bring myself to clean them out. That has been the bottle cabinet going on seven years and there will not be another baby to take a bottle in our house!

Sound the alarm-our house is diaper free! Our two year old is potty trained and there’s no more diaper changing. Although this is what we have wished for a long time, it’s a tough realization. There will be no more fresh Pamper smelling babies. No more changing pads or covers to wash! All big boy and big girl undies at our house!

Trigger Warning: When their clothes start getting big enough to grow out of baby hangers and into adult hangers. My gosh, why didn’t anyone prepare me for these feelings that would come over me? They washed over me so unexpectedly and fast, I didn’t even know it would bother me but here we are!

The day that you say, “ok, everyone go get in the car and buckle up!” They can all get in and buckle their car seats. It’s such a wonderful thing but when it hits you that’s it’s just one less thing they need you for. Cue the tears!!!!

The day they don’t need their binkies, blanket, or lovey to go to sleep. Babies don’t keep and mommies weep-over super silly things, I know. But if you know, you know.This momming gig is hard. It’s a roller coaster of emotions. You realize that you are working yourself out of a job, but when you see it happening before your eyes, it’s hard not to get emotional. It’s hard not to be sad.

Tessa Stuard
Born and raised in Baton Rouge, currently living in Central, LA with my family. I am married to my husband of 7 years, Alva. We have four children, Jakoby (6), twins-Kirby and Camp (4), and Ella Ray (1). I am a Pediatric RN, BSN turned stay at home mom. I am an extreme extrovert that loves spending time with my hubby, kiddos, camping, mani/pedis, crafts, sushi, watching baseball and pretty much anything that gives me a good excuse to have a margarita!


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