I don’t want to be dramatic but this is all happening too fast. It’s only been 60 days and she’s already morphed into this very grown-up looking baby. What happened to the skinny little wrinkled up gargoyle that I brought home from the hospital?
When I was pregnant with Simeon, a friend told me that the first few months are just about “getting to know your baby.” I’ve thought about those words many times over the past 8 weeks. So often we tell new moms that they’ll “just know” what their baby needs as if intuition is this concrete thing whispering exactly what to do, telling you with absolute certainty how to meet your child’s needs. I’m not going to say that never holds true–maybe that’s how this mothering thing works for some people–but, for me, the first few weeks after birth are not so simple. They are complex and frustrating and peaceful all at once. It’s a time of trial and error. We have to get to know each other.
I’ve learned a lot about Frances over the past two months and what I’ve learned I’ve loved. She’s an easy baby (if there is such a thing). She’s a champion sleeper (thank heaven) and in her old age she’s grown slightly less accommodating of her brother’s displays of affection. She’s finally cracked the double digits in weight (10lbs 1oz), smiles enough to make me believe I’m actually the funniest, and has built up enough mass in her squishy little cheeks to double her daily kiss quota.
What I’m trying to say is that she’s practically perfect.
I go back to work this month and boy am I ever sad about it.
It’s been lovely getting to know you, Franny.
And getting to like you.
And getting to hope you like me.
What about you? Do you see the first few weeks/months as a getting-to-know-you period? When you first brought home your new bundle, did you feel like you needed permission to NOT know all the answers? Especially in the middle of the night when the kid is crying and your husband is like “WHY is she crying?” and all you can think is, “HOW THE HECK SHOULD I KNOW?!”