Days of Babies and Bliss
Lillian has been home for exactly a week. It's been the slowest-fastest, where-has-the-time-gone, moments-stretch-out-like-hours week. She's already not the same girl we brought home a week ago. Her face is changing in barely perceptible ways that only parents who spend endless hours staring at their child could perceive. She spends a few more minutes each day awake and alert, taking in the shape and color of her home and her people. She produces magnificently explosive poops that can be heard clear across the other side of our rambling victorian house. She's acquired the dreamy-eyed, milk-drunk face that makes you certain there's no greater happiness than an infant suckling her mother's breast. There are so many moments of absolute delight and sheer perfection, it makes your heart ache for not being able to stop time to savor them just a second or two longer.
posted by Callimachus at 4:09 PM
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This comment sort of relates both to this post and the one about nicknames.
Nicknames I was called, as mom to my son at his littlest: "Sweet Relief" (referring to "Baby's Got Breast"--I get, and oh so perfectly, the hours-of-night-vs-hours-of-sleep ration referred to in yet another post here) and "Home Base."
The latter persisted long enough that my own son, for a while, and until he was a little over age 3, would occasionally refer to me that way, especially when confused or distressed in particular ways.
This probably sounds stupid, but I thought you might get a kick out of it, nonetheless.
By the way, I gave myself neither of those nicknames, initially. They each originated with other people.
"ratio," not "ration"
Etc.
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