Shh! It’s 8AM and the baby is sleeping, the husband is sleeping, and the pets are trapped behind the door. I snuck into the office/guest room to write a post. I’ve been dying to do this for days – it’s like an addiction. Self-indulgent me-time. Hooray! Free at last!
Today Kyle is 25 days old. Twenty five days! It’s mind-boggling how fast the time has gone. It’s been a blur of breastfeeding, diaper changes, bouncing the baby, mommy groups, drinking out of glasses with a straw, eating food faster than I ever have before, laundry, phone calls, frequent visits from our UPS delivery guy, flowers, casseroles, hugs, and tears. Even yesterday, as I fed Kyle while rocking him in the wood rocking chair that his daddy varnished, I sang him a lullaby and cried because the moment was so beautiful. The woman who cleans the house was here, and she stuck her head into the room to ask a question, and when she saw my face she said “oh, sorry!” and scurried away. I wanted to tell her “no, it’s okay, I’m crying from pure joy and wanting this moment to last forever.”
Because even though I look forward to Kyle smiling, talking, walking, recognizing people and all the fun stuff that will come, I want to freeze these moments when he is so perfect and peaceful that all is right with the world. I want him to never get a cold or breathe smog or get teased by another child. I want him to never witness evil or stupidity or mullets or bad servers at Cold Stone Creamery. I want him to never be disappointed or sad. In these moments now, as a perfect little baby, I can protect him. His daddy can rock him to sleep in those big arms with the faded Harley Davidson tattoo and everything, everything is fine.
Okay, now I’m crying again, but you get the point, right?
This entry will have no organization or point. I just really want to update my blog.
Today Kyle and I are going to Stroller Matinee at the movies. We are meeting up with Jessy and Lucas (born March 30) and taking our babies to see “The Interpreter” at a special showing that invites moms and babies. You can feed your baby, your baby can wail, you can park your stroller next to your seat. Normally I wouldn’t choose to pay to see “The Interpreter” but I’m so psyched to go to the movies that I am giving in.
Today is also the fourth day of being on my own with Kyle all day long. So far I am surviving. For the most part he is wonderful and cute and how can one resist? It’s later in the day that he gets to be challenging. From 6pm to 10pm he eats, snoozes, wants to eat some more, then cries and fusses and will NOT be dissuaded from doing so. I finally got him to sleep last night after he got a little drowsy, then I placed him in the bassinet/playpen and played womb sounds. I guess he likes the illusion that he’s back in my uterus, because that did the trick and he slept from 10pm until 3am. Time for a snack!
It’s probably time for another photo of Kyle. Stand by – I’ll upload one today. (Cut to next week, when I finally have time to actually make good on that promise.)
I LOVE when you do “cut to”!
Good for you for sneaking a few moments of “you time” … remember to do that from time to time in order to preserve your sanity (or what is left of it after 25 days of motherhood 😉 ) … You are right to cherish these baby moments… as fun as all that to come is … I wish I could go back for one day to cuddle with that 25 day old baby my girl once was. It is amazing… you go from saying how many days old… to how many weeks… to how many months… then the first time you say “one YEAR” your mind cannot believe the time has gone by so quickly!
What an awesome post; I loved reading it and can’t wait to see more pics.