Our daughter is three months old and I am barely resurfacing online.
I have a baby girl. Ha. I still can’t believe it. It’s incredible.
I am feverishly trying to take as many photos of our daughter as I took of our son…
Here’s what I’ve got so far:
Between three weeks and one month old —you may notice— I shaved her head. Why did I shave my daughter, you ask? Well…all the hair on her crown rubbed off. So, she had a skullet (much like a mullet, but bald on top). Skullets are NOT the ideal look for baby girls, I decided. So, I very gently shaved her bald with some mustache clippers. It felt a little sad. Like a hazing. However, I stand by my decision. And now, looking back, I’m doubly glad.
The first three months are so changeful. I’m fascinated. For obvious reasons. But seriously, go back to the top and look at three days old again, then scroll down to three months old, here at the bottom. Crazy, huh? Newborns don’t really resemble the babies they will become, and sadly, babies don’t closely resemble adults. Life is one fascinating, shape-shifting ride.
Having a newborn is crazy hard. It’s a lot of long hours in a quiet rocking chair. It’s recovery and shape-shifting in it’s own right. It’s a 1.5 hour leash between feedings. It’s a ringing cry in your ears that never quite goes away. It lends to introspection. So, I’ve been hatching a few thoughts in the wee hours. Mostly, I’ve become reacquainted with the realization that we are infinitely more dear to our parents than we ever suppose.
Parents worry over EVERY INCH of you. It’s innate. I think it’s meant to show us a pattern. Maybe it’s to teach us how the Lord, our Father, cares for us. Perhaps that’s why He wants us all to be parents. We learn how precious we are by prizing one another.
I know I have a newfound reverence for life these days. My responsibility to my baby feels solemn and sure, eternal and fleeting at the same time. These little ones are so precious. A blessing. I’m blessed with work and I love even the midnight moments. I love them and I also want to sleep so so badly. Good thing I don’t sleep though, because you close your eyes and it’s over. They’re not little very long. So, for now, the “cleaning and scrubbing can wait for tomorrow. For, babies grow up we’ve learned to our sorrow. So, quite down cobwebs, dust, go to sleep. I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep”.