Lielie is getting FAT
Lovely Liesy:
Is just getting her soft long fingers wrapped around the side of my hands and fingers. So tiny, like little cat feet meandering along. She also gnaws on her fists ferociously to the point of getting painful looking red marks....,a few teeth?
Drool, drool, spit up. Bleck. She is difficult to keep sweet smelling, but when she is, what a delightful sniff. Didja know mama's universally smell the tops of their babies heads? Love that.
She is still in size one diapers ONLY because silly me thought I had forgotten to buy some and proceeded to accidentally purchase two enormous boxes of Pampers. Now, it has only become an issue this week as her butt and thighs have EXPLODED in doughy softness (her width couldn't attempt to keep up with her length until now). Oh, how I love fat baby legs. I love the dimples and creases and rolls and the sweet chunk that brands them as mine, just until they are lean and running away.
She is really easy. Only once in her life have I wondered what is going on....then she passed a disgusting amount of gas and was delightful again. She does nurse. Alot. She is a gourmet, a snacker.....too much at one time ends up all over my shirt anyway. She is a noisy, sloppy, lazy nurser (part of the reason she needs such a good burp afterwards). I am a little sad that her eyes are getting tan in the middle. No baby blues! Tryn's were this blue and she managed to have really gold centers so we will likely have another version of brown. Her ears are the biggest of them all, thankfully the crazy hair is a distraction....poor girl, at least she can hide them with hair like her mama. All the tears, hormones, middle of the night bathroom trips, uncertainties, exhaustion, giving up, giving away, giving in....ALL WORTH IT. Wouldn't trade her for more time with friends, more money, more peace or even more sewing time. I think when we contemplate the work of being pregnant we forget the end joy.
Is just getting her soft long fingers wrapped around the side of my hands and fingers. So tiny, like little cat feet meandering along. She also gnaws on her fists ferociously to the point of getting painful looking red marks....,a few teeth?
Drool, drool, spit up. Bleck. She is difficult to keep sweet smelling, but when she is, what a delightful sniff. Didja know mama's universally smell the tops of their babies heads? Love that.
She is still in size one diapers ONLY because silly me thought I had forgotten to buy some and proceeded to accidentally purchase two enormous boxes of Pampers. Now, it has only become an issue this week as her butt and thighs have EXPLODED in doughy softness (her width couldn't attempt to keep up with her length until now). Oh, how I love fat baby legs. I love the dimples and creases and rolls and the sweet chunk that brands them as mine, just until they are lean and running away.
She is really easy. Only once in her life have I wondered what is going on....then she passed a disgusting amount of gas and was delightful again. She does nurse. Alot. She is a gourmet, a snacker.....too much at one time ends up all over my shirt anyway. She is a noisy, sloppy, lazy nurser (part of the reason she needs such a good burp afterwards). I am a little sad that her eyes are getting tan in the middle. No baby blues! Tryn's were this blue and she managed to have really gold centers so we will likely have another version of brown. Her ears are the biggest of them all, thankfully the crazy hair is a distraction....poor girl, at least she can hide them with hair like her mama. All the tears, hormones, middle of the night bathroom trips, uncertainties, exhaustion, giving up, giving away, giving in....ALL WORTH IT. Wouldn't trade her for more time with friends, more money, more peace or even more sewing time. I think when we contemplate the work of being pregnant we forget the end joy.
posted by Meg at 4:44 PM
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