soft and sweet
Clara is one month old. Like most other mothers, this month seems to have flown by for me and my Clara. She has started to smile and dart her eyes curiously around the room. Lily has called her teddy bear and I think it is an apt description. She is soft and sweet and smells like sugar to me.
I am not getting much sleep, but somehow, it seems okay, day to day. Clara is a champion nurser and enjoys the swing and mei tei a lot of the time. She fusses when she can not have her milk asap, so I am running to her a lot. Lily keeps bringing rattles and stuffed animal loveys over to her faithfully. I am just waiting for the day when she sees her own connection with Clara. Perhaps a brief smile at that rattle or a quick grab of the finger.
Clara is truly my sweet bundle of joy and I am relishing every moment of this last wee one who has entered our hearts and souls. The newborn time will pass and turn into something else quickly. I blink my eyes and can see I will soon have a toddler and a school aged child, and then two elementary students, and then a pre-teen. It goes by an instant.
I am not getting much sleep, but somehow, it seems okay, day to day. Clara is a champion nurser and enjoys the swing and mei tei a lot of the time. She fusses when she can not have her milk asap, so I am running to her a lot. Lily keeps bringing rattles and stuffed animal loveys over to her faithfully. I am just waiting for the day when she sees her own connection with Clara. Perhaps a brief smile at that rattle or a quick grab of the finger.
Clara is truly my sweet bundle of joy and I am relishing every moment of this last wee one who has entered our hearts and souls. The newborn time will pass and turn into something else quickly. I blink my eyes and can see I will soon have a toddler and a school aged child, and then two elementary students, and then a pre-teen. It goes by an instant.