Two months can go by so fast

Hope is two months old today. Only two months and two hours ago, she came flying out of me right here in the basement. And now, two months on, I still have a few ailments to show for it (the shortness of this entry is testament to my still-sore ass). The ailments though pale in comparison to the absolute heart-melting emotion I have for this tiny, perfect being. She has in every way completely captured my heart. I spend the few moments of the day when I get to be alone with her, gazing, memorizing every line on her face, every emotion she shows, and whispering to her about how much I love her, and how she is my heart. I hope she hears every word and remembers it all above the din that is sometimes our house.


She is the perfect baby. For the time being, she wakes up around 7:30 and feeds, goes back to sleep around 8:30 and wakes up about an hour later. She'll then be up for a bit until around 11:30 and then sleep until about 12:30. Then she'll do a good sleep (two hours or so) sometime again after that. Then back down again around 5:00 and then up around 6:30 and then down for the count around 8:00. She will then usually sleep until 1:00 am and then get up every 3 to 4 hours to feed. Repeat. I can't ask for much more. And amidst all of that there is rarely a cry. Just lots of smiles when I come into our room to get her up from her nap. As soon as she sees my face she grins and coos and does everything she can to melt my heart again. It totally makes my day every time. I often get excited when she starts to wake up because I know that is what is waiting for me.

Tuesday mornings are Emily's playgroup. This is a hard time for Hope. She is hauled along, left in her car seat most of the time and summarily ignored for most of the two hours. It can't be fun. But, she puts up with it, doesn't protest too much (until she gets really hungry) and somehow manages to sleep a bit even though several two-year olds are intent on poking her or getting two-inches from her face because that is just what two-year olds do with babies. Go figure. It's some kind of phenomenon. I told Emily this morning that when she gets older, she owes Hope a big thank-you for understanding that Emily needs this kind of activity even though it isn't fun for Hope. I will thank Hope by making sure that when she is two, I am off work and taking her to the playgroup so she can climb, slide, run, sing, do crafts, cry, get angry, break things... all the things that two-year olds need to learn.

I guess my ass was able to hold out longer than expected.