|one was already awake|
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Sweet grunts and squeaks, a fluffle-snort like a foal, chuffs and complaints, man-burps and butt noises, latch-snmacking while nursing, shrill squ-whistles on the inhale when suffering injustices of baby hood...this boy is noisey. His voice is beginning to change into a baby cry from the newborn's signature lament, and it sounds a lot like E's tone and timber. His choking and coughing at my let-down reflex, and his simple existent noisey-ness reminiscent of F. But he is his own. I know there are similarities, there should be, they are siblings. But he is his a new unique instance.
As a sleepy, sleepy baby, he takes a good long time grunting, stretching, and fluffling before he's fully awake. Something I've had to ask the girls to "please, oh, please, do NOT disturb your brother until he's really awake!" He's getting used to the crib by degrees, and I do enjoy a few hours sleeping 'alone'. Co-sleeping has great advantages regards to bonding and easy access breastfeeding, I attribute his stellar weight gain partly to the co-sleeping. What Mama would refuse opportunity to gaze at sleeping newborn? cuddled up and cozy? None, I say. Since I heard a comic quip that babies don't sleep, I'm gaining new meaning for "sleep like a baby." It's that best sleep, the warm, safe, and loved sleep. Sleep that we all cherish and should be more sacred I think.
A couple of weeks ago in his eyes there was fleeting vague recognition of his existence here, a brief connection when I looked into these deep blues. Now, such a short time later, he's truly connecting with us. Giving sweet new smiles by turn, and coo-ing in that magical new baby tone.
He's a standard issue miracle. I'm so blessed to have three of these, and so, so grateful.