Anna-bug
It’s time for a baby update, wouldn’t you say?
why don't you save me?
This sweet babe of mine is so full of smiles and giggles and love that I often forget she’s there. Literally. I’m actually surprised that I haven’t left her on the beach or something. I honestly can’t tell you how often I go “oh crap! Anna!” and there she is, just hanging out on her own, playing with her toes. Yet when she sees me, or anyone for that matter, her smile lights up the world.
emitting light!
Yes, THE WORLD. She’s my baby. I can say it.
My little bug barely cries. Or maybe she cries like a normal baby and my frame of reference (~ahem~ Hi! Claire!) just isn’t normal. She cries when she is hungry or tired and far as I can tell, that’s basically it. I can even get her to sleep on the beach, and then I read a book or knit. When we went camping last week at one point she was asleep on my Mom’s dog’s bed.
Thankfully we remembered she was there before the dog decided he wanted to go to bed. That would have been an awkward conversation: “Hi Steve! um, yeah, those weird indents on Anna’s head are from when the dog tried to sleep on her. Oh, you know, she was in the dog bed and, you know, I forgot.”
seriously, is she not edible? I know!
So there’s the forgetting thing (Anna, it’s not you, it’s me. I’m losing my mind. I mean, I actually had to look up Claire’s birthday the other day. I seriously couldn’t remember. Like, I had no idea. What mother forgets THE DAY HER CHILD WAS BORN? Sadly for you, yours does. Except I know your birthday, it’s April 14th, I just don’t always remember to move you from room to room and then I’ll walk into the kitchen and it’s all “Anna! Look at you sitting there on the table in the bumbo! Right! That’s dangerous! Let’s move you!”. My mother forgets my birthday. Let’s blame her, ok? ok.), but besides that these last four months have been perfectly joyful. I’ve actually enjoyed them and honestly I can’t say that has happened to me before. In fact, I desperately dreaded the first six months of Anna’s life what with the agonizing breast feeding, and disjointed sleep and the crying that I thought I might go insane. Yet there was no reason at all the dread it. And let’s face it, there is a very good chance I’m going to forget it all anyway.
once again, left on the kitchen table
I think the success of these last 4 months was two-fold. One, Steve is in a good place and that makes an enormous difference to my own mood. Two, it’s just Anna and me all night long, and that means there is a lot of baby cuddles, and more importantly, SLEEP. Blessed, beautiful, sleep. Admittedly it’s basically an open bar for Anna, any 4-month’s old version of utopia but I don’t care because I am sleeping. In my bed. I don’t have to get up and mess with a nursing pillow and try to put a baby into a crib without waking up the baby and then starting all over again for several hours every night. Why I didn’t do this with all my babies I’ll never know.
And did I mention that she’s been breastfed exclusively? ok, I admit this has been more me just proving that I could do it than anything else since I have this third go at it, but I have done it and god dammit, I’m proud. I’m learning to let go and let other people do things. Surprisingly, Steve can parent Callum and Claire without my constant hovering. Go figure.
At some point she’ll have to sleep in a crib, and she will have to drink from a bottle, and Steve and I will once again have to act like we’re married. But until then I plan to soak up all those smiles so she doesn’t keep the part of the world that is supposed to be sleeping up with all that light she’s emitting.
peace
You’re welcome world.
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She is pretty ridiculously adorable, you’re right about that. It’s excessive, really.
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She is ridiculously cute, just like your other two, and wow, you sound incredibly light and airy and HAPPY! I’m thrilled for you. Sounds like #3 is the easiest of the bunch!
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She really is the sweetest little thing!!
And the dog would not sleep on one of his babies!!! He might lick her until she was a puddle of slobber though
She loves everybody, and makes it evident every time you look at her, what a doll….
So glad that it’s easier this time around–practice makes perfect!
Those big eyes, oh my!
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Man, what a fantastic post. And great pictures! The first one made me laugh. Here you have ALL THREE children lying on a bed together and are able to get a cute aerial shot of them. I don’t think I could get my ONE CHILD to be still long enough to do that.
Way to go with the exclusive breastfeeding! I know what a triumph that is for you.
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