So Hailey is three months old today. Holy wow.... and she's getting SO big.... I just LOVE it.
A family friend saw her recently and said "Oh! look at her! I could just suck her face!" and you really just could.... you just want to pinch her cheeks and blow raspberries on her belly....
She is becoming so alert and very much aware of her hands (always in her mouth) but most of all she is becoming VERY vocal. She coos and hoos at everything and you just want to cry it makes you so happy to hear these small noises coming out of this adorable little rosebud mouth.
I've come to think of her chubbiness as quite the achievement. The human body is just an amazing piece of work. It's amazing how something so small grows so large so fast! It's also amazing how every three hours like clockwork I go from a C to DD and if I'm not quick I usually need a shirt change by 1130am. I might just bring tie-dye back so I could have a little camouflage. Some mom's have those little rubber bracelets to keep track of their child's feeding, my reminder's built in. And as uncomfortable as it can be sometimes, I have really come to love nursing. This sounds weird I know, and Lee is completely baffled by that sentiment, but I have been thinking about the future when she spends more time away from me during the week while I am at work, and it makes me a little melancholy.
Thinking of how I won't get to cradle her when she needs me, and how I will be spending my breaks with a pump and not her. Not being able to watch her fight those heavy eyelids as they close and drift her off to whatever babies dream of.... clouds and puppies I'm sure...
I never would have imagined this world of emotion that came to be once Hailey entered the atmosphere. As tired as I get and as often as I desperately wish for just one full night of uninterrupted sleep, I still feel lonely if she's not by my side. I love her clammy lint collecting toes and her perfectly centered nose.... I want to put on a cape and fly her to the moon when she lets out that heartbreaking whimper in the middle of the night.... but most of all I want to wrap her in bubble paper and keep her from all the bad things in the world.... be it a bumblebee or an open manhole.... I want her to stay the perfectly sweet bundle of chub that she is...
that's not too much to ask is it?
A family friend saw her recently and said "Oh! look at her! I could just suck her face!" and you really just could.... you just want to pinch her cheeks and blow raspberries on her belly....
She is becoming so alert and very much aware of her hands (always in her mouth) but most of all she is becoming VERY vocal. She coos and hoos at everything and you just want to cry it makes you so happy to hear these small noises coming out of this adorable little rosebud mouth.
I've come to think of her chubbiness as quite the achievement. The human body is just an amazing piece of work. It's amazing how something so small grows so large so fast! It's also amazing how every three hours like clockwork I go from a C to DD and if I'm not quick I usually need a shirt change by 1130am. I might just bring tie-dye back so I could have a little camouflage. Some mom's have those little rubber bracelets to keep track of their child's feeding, my reminder's built in. And as uncomfortable as it can be sometimes, I have really come to love nursing. This sounds weird I know, and Lee is completely baffled by that sentiment, but I have been thinking about the future when she spends more time away from me during the week while I am at work, and it makes me a little melancholy.
Thinking of how I won't get to cradle her when she needs me, and how I will be spending my breaks with a pump and not her. Not being able to watch her fight those heavy eyelids as they close and drift her off to whatever babies dream of.... clouds and puppies I'm sure...
I never would have imagined this world of emotion that came to be once Hailey entered the atmosphere. As tired as I get and as often as I desperately wish for just one full night of uninterrupted sleep, I still feel lonely if she's not by my side. I love her clammy lint collecting toes and her perfectly centered nose.... I want to put on a cape and fly her to the moon when she lets out that heartbreaking whimper in the middle of the night.... but most of all I want to wrap her in bubble paper and keep her from all the bad things in the world.... be it a bumblebee or an open manhole.... I want her to stay the perfectly sweet bundle of chub that she is...
that's not too much to ask is it?
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