Last September
I’m so happy it’s this September and not last September.
Thankfully the worst of the colic was beginning to end, but Rosy was still so fragile and wild and time-consuming. I remember feeling so detached from every part of my life but the part that was functioning just enough to take care of her. She would just erupt at a moment’s notice. Crying, pewking, all of it. Poor poor baby.
This September she goes to bed at 7:30 every night like clockwork. Bath, books, kisses for her Daddy and “Suuu-feee,” then a quick nurse and she’s asleep on the bedroom floor. She wakes with the sun and sits quietly on the couch absorbing her daily dose of signing video while I make coffee. She LOVES to sign and is now speaking more words than she signs. “Boot” and “shoe” may be my recent favorites. She says “thank you” when you give her things. She is as happy as the sky is blue, as cuddly and giggly as a baby can be. She is absolutely everything I was dreaming about last September when I had her Moby-wrapped to me all day long.
Now I get to live vicariously. My close friend Meg is 41 weeks pregnant. Baby is apparently quite content to stay inside forever. So I’m sending some good vibes her way . . . I’m wishing them both a safe passage and a happy entrance into the world. I pass along the guarantee that no matter how hard the work might be in those first months, every wee bit of it pays off. Treat her with compassion and patience, hold her close, respond to her needs- it seems obvious, but it’s not always when you’re in the thick of it. You will rock this motherhood stuff. You are one amazing woman. And soon you will have a wee person who stomps through puddles squealing with joy, decked out in an oversized raincoat and pink sandals. It is truly as good as it gets.
Happy birth, Mini Winne!! We’re loving you from afar.
