Being a mom is amazing.

There’s something so empowering and serene about knowing that, when this tiny human is crying, you and only you can comfort her. She needs you, she wants you, and you are her alpha and omega. 

Squeaky is 5 weeks old now. She responds to my voice – she’ll suddenly get quite and look expectant when she hears me. She’s going through a couple of days where she insists on being held, and will cry and squawk angrily if she is put down in her crib or rockers. She spends more time alert during the day, looking around at different things or even nothing.

Parenthood is also hard – the times when she cries or screams for longer periods of time and cannot be comforted or quieted. When you’re sleep -deprived and feel like a failure that you cannot soothe her or solve her apparently all-consuming problems.

But, we push onwards and watch her get chubbier and grow and learn. And take the small rewards when and where we get them.

Poke me in the eye again

Baby is here!

She arrived May 21 and changed our lives in a wonderful way.

All the smarmy stuff is true – it’s a new love, poop becomes an acceptable conversation topic, you sleep less… She is an absolute treasure and we are mesmerized and in love.

She makes the most wonderful noises, little whoops and chirps like a tiny bird. We try to respond back, or repeat whatever we had done that triggered the squeak. Sometimes when she first eats in the morning, she latches on and then makes a series of whoops and coos like she’s never enjoyed a meal before. It’s heart-melting!

She’s a little over 2 weeks now, and is spending a little more time awake. Today she poked me in the eye. It was wonderful! She had been staring at my face, and reached towards me, and then whomped my eye instead. I’ve never been more thrilled at a minor assault!