After looking back at my recent posts I realize I might have given off the impression that this whole new mother thing might be a bit more than I anticipated
her soft baby skin; those liquid eyes that gaze into mine when I hold her close; the “angry eyes” she gives me right before she latches on to nurse; the way her forehead wrinkles when she cranes her neck to look up at Daddy’s face when he holds her on his chest; the way her lips pucker to form a little surprised “oh;” her mad cry when it’s taking too long to change her diaper and she wants her second lunch, and then the way it abruptly stops and is replaced by content gulping. I absolutely melt when she clings and snuggles up under my chin and stares contentedly around her. I cherish her sudden and unconscious smiles while she sleeps. I love what a messy eater she is and how I have to keep a burp rag under her head to catch all of the milk that dribbles out of her mouth – of course then she sucks on her fist, covering it in milk and then in one full sweep rubs her hand over her eyes, ears, and cheeks making everything
sticky, but even this makes me laugh. Yes, I’m tired. Yes the house has blown up, yes I’ve gone 3 days without showering, and yes its been a while since I’ve eaten a real meal, but she needs me, and when I see her precious little body curled up on my chest and knowing she trusts me implicitly and feels safe when I am near, how can I not cherish these moments?
p.s. While writing this post Paige has been nursing wrapped in a towel on my lap – she’s going to take a bath when we’re done, Anyway, she just peed all over me.
Guess the towel wasn’t as thick as I thought – my pajama leg is soaked Oh, now there is poop, too. Sure, why not? I’m already covered in milk from her sticky, milky hands and sloppy mouth so join the club. I love this little girl.
p.p.s. She pooped in her clean “after bath” towel, too.
2 comments:
Oh, I feel your pain and joy.
I can't wait to get these two together and we can swap stories! Maybe next week when I can sit without a doughnut pillow and nursing isnt as embarassing a battle for us.
My pain? Wait, this was suppose to be an upbeat post!
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