Monday, June 28, 2010

Month 1: Discovery and The Milkonator

From 6 pounds 15 ounces, to a whopping (is that a word?) 8 pounds13 ounces... My baby grows! Go Sol!

We are still discovering him.  I know that he is calm and fierce.  Sweet and serious.

Eating is serious business. My breasts can testify.  You would not believe how this itty bitty boy swings his fists and neck to get at me when he is hungry.  Yet another testament to the fact that we are animals.... born with the most basic instincts.  He pulls and prods, and understands that he must do so to get what he needs: MILK!!!


I never realized that this might be the most painful part of motherhood... for now.

The industrial milk pump doesn't help my cause. It's baby boy (aka the milk monster) on tap, or no milk at all.  Okay, we can get drops maybe but he is the ultimate milk extractor.  Wow.  Nature.

Other than that, I love his smell-- and his skin. Both are soft and perfect.  I can still feel his delicate little bones through the delicate layer of not yet fatty, baby skin.  I am afraid to hold him sometimes, for fear I might break him. He's too precious, and I am in love.  Totally smitten. so is David.

We are both a little sleep deprived, and my only job right now is pretty much feeding, changing, and bathing the bebo.  Important things.  I didn't realize that this would be about all I actually had energy for.

How quickly things change.

It is humbling and wonderful to shift consciousness and understand that it is his world. We are just his guides. and how blessed we are to discover life and it's meaning through his eyes.

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