Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Spit Ups and Smiles
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Some days just kick your butt.
A sick 3 year old for two (going on three) days in a row and a newborn aren't the easiest combo, but we're handling it. Some people wonder what they did in the days before television. I wonder what they did in the days before Disney Jr., Nick Jr. and the dvd player. Oh you 80's moms had it so rough. Not to mention the shout out I should be giving to Dove chocolate. I certainly don't have time for the long, luxurious breaks encouraged by those guys over at Kit Kat. Nope, on days like this I only have a moment. My moment. My Dove.
It's honestly not that bad. I hate to see my kids sick and whiny, but we're getting through it.
Oh my gosh, another shout out... infant swings, miracle blankets and pacifiers, all of which are enabling me the pleasure of sitting at my computer and typing these words right now. Oi. The end of the day, husband is at the church and I'm still ping-ponging between my youngest two. So it goes...
The good news is I am enjoying this little babe immensely. Today as I tried to feed her she just started smiling at me, clearly not interested in food but wanting a little cooing session with her mama. I happily and gratefully obliged. Chocolate aside, it's really those moments that fill my cup. (For those of you up to speed on my past with PPD and my current postpartum state, this really is no small thing. I'm so grateful not only just to have these cup-filling moments, but to have the ability to actually enjoy these cup-filling moments.) That's one thing I love that about babies--the pureness of their emotions, of their overall being really. There is no smiling just to be polite, they only smile if they really want to. There is not a shred of self-consciousness if they scream at an inappropriate time in an inappropriate place. Shoot, they'll poop all over you like it's their job. Babies are completely without ego. One of my favorite moments yet with baby girl was a few weeks ago when dropping Lamp off at preschool. We had some time to kill while waiting in the parking lot, so I pulled baby out of her carseat to nurse her in the front seat with me. You have to understand this was one of the first mornings I had all three girls by myself--getting them all ready, packed up and out the door in time for two school drop-off's. Not only did I manage to do that successfully, but I was showered, make-up'd and dressed in a rather put-together outfit. So there I am feeling proud of my put-togetherness and I sit the baby up for a second to get situated and she pukes all over me. Not a lil' spit up, but a complete emptying-of-the-tummy puke.
And then she looks up at me and smiles her biggest, longest smile to date. So proud of herself. Or so it seemed. And I just laughed. It felt so good to laugh and soak up the moment and her innocent sweetness. You'd never think that someone puking and pooping all over you would beget tender feelings of endearment... but I guess that's the magic of babies.
Surely some of you have great spit-up and poops stories...feel free to share.