That's the problem with blogging, I guess. When you stop for a while, for whatever reason—say you had a baby, and couldn't do much but stare at her for several weeks—it's hard to start back up. You start to fret about what to write, how to catch up on everything, whether you need to detail all that's gone on or whether you can just skip a bunch of stuff. And really, it hasn't been that long—Ivy Cat is only 17 days old. We have had her for 17 days. We've been parents for 17 days. But oh how amazing these 17 days have been. How long and magnificent and unlike anything we've ever known. How quickly one can slide into an entirely new role, a new life, a completely new way of being and orienting and thinking and loving. 18 days ago I did not have a tiny creature rocking placidly in a swing next to me. I did not get up in the middle of the night to nurse a sweet sweet cooing baby (instead, I got up to pee). I did not know how unbelievably good babies smell, or how much we would love laying in bed with her in the morning, watching her make faces as she slowly wakes up. And I most definitely did not know how big my boobs would get, and how important those Lansinoh breast pads would be!
And there's so much more. This is such an amazing time of learning, both on our parts and on Ivy's part. Everyday is new information, new movements, new expressions, and new discoveries. Her poop changes, her coos and grunts change, she uses her hands more, she grabs at her toes. We get to know her better every day. Two nights ago we discovered that playing loud classic rock provokes instant calm and shut-eye in Ivy—so far Led Zeppelin's Physical Graffiti and the Stones' Exile on Main Street have put the kid to bed in like 3 seconds.
She's a good sleeper and she's not much of a crier—I mean, she cries, but she calms quickly. She's remarkably alert when she's not sleeping, and is an enthusiastic nurser, to say the least. She's getting perfectly chubby. Those cheeks and thighs. Sigh.
We can't stop taking pictures of this child—I'm putting them online at my Picasa site and also on my Facebook page.
So, Dear Readers, I am back, and ready to update you on every single development in Ivy Cat's life.
I'm kidding. I mean almost every single development.
And there's so much more. This is such an amazing time of learning, both on our parts and on Ivy's part. Everyday is new information, new movements, new expressions, and new discoveries. Her poop changes, her coos and grunts change, she uses her hands more, she grabs at her toes. We get to know her better every day. Two nights ago we discovered that playing loud classic rock provokes instant calm and shut-eye in Ivy—so far Led Zeppelin's Physical Graffiti and the Stones' Exile on Main Street have put the kid to bed in like 3 seconds.
She's a good sleeper and she's not much of a crier—I mean, she cries, but she calms quickly. She's remarkably alert when she's not sleeping, and is an enthusiastic nurser, to say the least. She's getting perfectly chubby. Those cheeks and thighs. Sigh.
We can't stop taking pictures of this child—I'm putting them online at my Picasa site and also on my Facebook page.
So, Dear Readers, I am back, and ready to update you on every single development in Ivy Cat's life.
I'm kidding. I mean almost every single development.
2 comments:
Kate.
I have to begin by apologizing at my word selection, because one of my favorite ways to describe women like yourself is "down-ass-bitch." You are such a down-ass-bitch!! It's totally a compliment, and I hope you take it that way! It's crude, but true.
You are such an amazing mother, I can tell by how you photograph Ivy, how you choose your captions, the words you write...I am in such glorious envy and very pleased for you and your little family. =)
Keep on keepin' on. and keep on writing, trust me, I regret not writing more...
Hugs and baby rubs!!
XOXO,
emily
hi. love to you and your beautiful fam. i totally want to come visit but am swamped with stuff right now. following you sweetly on the internet, my heart swells each time. ivy ivy ivy cat. can i come say hi in sept?
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