Saturday, March 1, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
Babies
Yeah, it's my life now. I love babies. More specifically, I love MY baby. She's the cutest. I want to talk about her as much as I can to everyone.
Everyone does not want to listen. (I also don't want to listen to one of my coworkers blather about her kids. The other people, sure. This lady, nope.)
My baby is 11 months old, almost. She weighs 17.0 lbs with a onesie and a clean diaper on. She is 2 feet, 3.96 inches tall. She's almost walking alone, but not quite.
In our birth class, we had a few big questions about our new life vs our old live. When I say "we", in this context, I mean all 13 couples in the class. It was about how to survive the newborn phase, how to adapt to having a baby, etc. People just wrote all questions in their list about how to survive, and one person wrote that they were worried about losing interest. I didn't think that would be a problem for me, really, but the answer the facilitator gave was a little funny:
"Don't worry, they'll find ways to keep you engaged."
It hasn't been a problem for me, staying engaged with the baby. This was how it worked for me: Age 0-3 months: So very in love with my little lady. Nursing her was a joy and all of the endorphins and hormones released by nursing kept our baby love fresh every day.
3 months: BACK TO WORK. This was terrible. I hated being separated from her and went straight to pick her up right after daycare ended and snuggled and nursed together. We'd often fall asleep together nursing and wake up around 5:30 or so.
Then she started to smile. The real smiles, not just dreamy-sleepy smiles.
And she smiled whenever she saw me, and she glowed when I picked her up. How could you not love a kid who does that?
And it's been like that ever since. Now, her separation anxiety has kicked in. "My mommy left the room! This is terrible!" "My mommy is sitting on the couch instead of on the floor with me! I want to crawl on the couch to get to her!" "My mommy went to the bathroom! I'd better follow her to stay nearby."
This is adorable to me. I love being the favorite adult right now. People have warned me that this can change quickly, which would make me sad, but obviously Daddy deserves a chance, too. Even when he is carrying her and playing with her, if she sees me, she lunges and leaps towards me. This is especially difficult when she is in her highchair and eating, because she wants to stop in the middle of her meal and have me carry her around. I want to do it, but this has resulted in getting covered in left-over food all the times. Oh well.
Anyway, we love our perfect baby--and I love how evolution of joyful babies has allowed us to stay so in love with the kiddos.
Everyone does not want to listen. (I also don't want to listen to one of my coworkers blather about her kids. The other people, sure. This lady, nope.)
My baby is 11 months old, almost. She weighs 17.0 lbs with a onesie and a clean diaper on. She is 2 feet, 3.96 inches tall. She's almost walking alone, but not quite.
In our birth class, we had a few big questions about our new life vs our old live. When I say "we", in this context, I mean all 13 couples in the class. It was about how to survive the newborn phase, how to adapt to having a baby, etc. People just wrote all questions in their list about how to survive, and one person wrote that they were worried about losing interest. I didn't think that would be a problem for me, really, but the answer the facilitator gave was a little funny:
"Don't worry, they'll find ways to keep you engaged."
It hasn't been a problem for me, staying engaged with the baby. This was how it worked for me: Age 0-3 months: So very in love with my little lady. Nursing her was a joy and all of the endorphins and hormones released by nursing kept our baby love fresh every day.
3 months: BACK TO WORK. This was terrible. I hated being separated from her and went straight to pick her up right after daycare ended and snuggled and nursed together. We'd often fall asleep together nursing and wake up around 5:30 or so.
Then she started to smile. The real smiles, not just dreamy-sleepy smiles.
And she smiled whenever she saw me, and she glowed when I picked her up. How could you not love a kid who does that?
And it's been like that ever since. Now, her separation anxiety has kicked in. "My mommy left the room! This is terrible!" "My mommy is sitting on the couch instead of on the floor with me! I want to crawl on the couch to get to her!" "My mommy went to the bathroom! I'd better follow her to stay nearby."
This is adorable to me. I love being the favorite adult right now. People have warned me that this can change quickly, which would make me sad, but obviously Daddy deserves a chance, too. Even when he is carrying her and playing with her, if she sees me, she lunges and leaps towards me. This is especially difficult when she is in her highchair and eating, because she wants to stop in the middle of her meal and have me carry her around. I want to do it, but this has resulted in getting covered in left-over food all the times. Oh well.
Anyway, we love our perfect baby--and I love how evolution of joyful babies has allowed us to stay so in love with the kiddos.
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