I know there are many people who have crazy love for little little freshly hatched babies. But I am not one of their number. Three days was wonderful, but it was also like seven different kinds of hell. My everything hurt. The baby would cry and I had no freaking idea what to do. I knew I was the Mum but I did not feel like it. I had no clue. Plus, if I remember correctly, three days was about when my milk was coming in and that is an experience I am in no hurry to repeat (and yet I am going to, very soon...).
It's not just Natalie. I was chatting to a friend this week and she mentioned how she wished she could just go back to having her darling boy being a little teeny baby again for a bit. And honestly, that's just not me. Don't get me wrong, I loved Georgie when she was a little baby, and there is something that is so delicious about a newborn. But I didn't know her the way I know her now. She was mine, but she was still a tiny stranger compared to the little person who I know everything about now. I just adore who she is right now.
She may be a little force of destruction on legs. But Oh, I just love that she is getting to be a people. I love that she can be completely independent of me at times, but yet she still needs her Mummy. I love watching her do her own thing and develop her own likes and dislikes. Sometimes they drive me nuts, at the moment for example, trying to get her to eat fruit is like asking her to chop off her leg. But still. She is just so wonderful.
I love watching her try and be funny, and watching her learn so much. She is always looking and watching and taking the world in. I like that she is still small enough so we are not worrying about toilet training or any of that nonsense. I like that she is starting to talk and imitate everything. I like that she has not yet reached the age of defiance and tantrums. I love that she is developing attachments to people who are not me. She adores her Aunty Jenny for example, and I feel quite sure she would attach herself to my sister's family and become their fifth child quite happily. I love that it's not quite so much all about 'Mummy' anymore.
I love her little 'Oh woe is me' sadness, when she drops to the ground and puts her head between her legs and cries because all of a sudden everything has not gone her way. (I know, I know, it's cute now....) I love watching her toddle around on her unsteady little legs. I also love (don't hate me) the fact that she sleeps 12 solid hours a night, waking up very rarely. I like that she entertains herself sometimes now. I love watching her play madly with the puppy. I like the Now.
|Being Funny with her hat|
And now a question...... What's your favourite age?
Linking up with Maxabella's Grateful Saturday's which is being hosted by Lemon Rhodes today :)