I'm a mum.?A Mother.?Whoa. I've had this thought at least once a day for the last 8 months.?
My heart literally feels like it explodes daily with love for her. She smiled at me today and I cried. It was probably a fart. (1 month)
Sometimes she shouts so loud, at me, with such intent, that I am genuinely scared of an 8 week old baby. (2 months)
I fall in love with something new every day. Her gums! Her soft downy hair! her tiny cellulite-dappled bottom! The tiny veins in her hands! I fell in love with her heels yesterday. Her heels. (2 months)
My mister made her laugh for the first time today and we both almost died with the cuteness. (3 months)
It hurts like a bitch (A BITCH) at first, but breastfeeding is so worth the pain. Her new (adorable) conundrum is that she has found that she cant smile at me and breast feed at the same time. (4 months)
Baby farts.?
I love the way she moves her hands, with ever more purpose. At intervals she clasps them, like she's contemplating life's great mysteries.(4 months)
I love going for coffee's and luncheons together with Frankie. She makes a very good date. Apart from the mid meal vomits on the table. (3 months) Sneeze farts are pretty funny. Sneeze sick's are less funny, on account of the splattering. Sneeze sick farts, however, are the holy grail, despite the splattering.?
You kind of get used to being covered in baby bodily secretions. Its become a mark of respect in our house. Cardy smeared with snot? Approving nod. T-shirt covered in poo? High five. (3 months)
After the initial few weeks of pain, breast feeding has gone really well, which I am incredibly grateful for. But I did not expect to experience two niagra falls from each breast. ?I can spurt milk four feet. I kid you not. My mister has measured it. (4 months)
I have accidentally spurted milk at strangers on the bus (not to their knowledge, thank God), and one time, I spurted milk at my brother at the dinner table -"Urgh! Boob juice!".?
My love of chocolate has never been so passionate or so all consuming. A full on addiction. More so than when I was pregnant, even. It's because I'm Breastfeeding, right?! (4 months)Going to baby groups is like repeatedly experiencing the first day of school. Ugh. But I have made some really lovely new Mum friends.(3 months)
Slightly blurred pic courtesy of Daves aunt. There are?surprisingly?few photo's of Frankie and I together. Must rectify.
I am a champion jiggler. But the thing is, I cant stop. I jiggle at the dinner table, at the train station, whilst making a cuppa. It is pathologically ingrained and makes me look a little unhinged in public, sans baby.(4 months)Dave sometimes walks into the room holding Frankie-Rose and I look round and my god, thats a baby. It's OURS! We made her! Magic! Miracle! Its still mind boggling in the very very best of ways.(6 months)
She's a public speaker in the making. She delivers passionate and reasoned soliloquys, with well rounded closing arguments. ?She particularly enjoys preaching to an audience- the bigger the better. I often want to shout 'yes!' in response, despite not quite knowing what I'm agreeing with. (5 months)
It a lesson in love. In selflessness. God, I never knew I could love anyone or anything this much. It grew slowly and steadily, from the first time this naked wriggly tiny stranger was plonked on my chest, to the great gorgeous lump of baby she is today. Its crazy deep. Like, deep down beneath the earths crust, sort of deep. All consuming but unchartered and kind of scary too. (6 months)
My mister has been incredible throughout. Better than me at times at reading her and knowing what to do. He is determined to prove that Dads can be equally as capable and present as mums at looking after babies.(7 months)
Up until 4 months I sort of thought this whole baby thing was brilliant and kind of easy. She was sleeping really well- 8 hours then a quick feed then 3 or 4 more hours. But then we hit the 4 month sleep regression and we've never recovered. I know now why people say having a baby is so hard sometimes, because lack of leep stretches everything to its limit. Despite this, she's never been so happy or so ridiculously excited to see me. Even if I return to her after 10 seconds; her face lights up, she?squeals?and giggles and butt shuffles toward me at record pace. And the sleep deprivation fades entirely, if only for a minute. Its a good job they're cute. ?(Yesterday)
P.s If you've stayed with this post until the end, then I salute you!
Source: http://seedsandstitches.blogspot.com/2012/11/27-and-motherhood.html
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