Our 2nd child, Maggie-Jo was just born on May 15. Our oldest, Jack-Evan, turned 2 years old on May 4, so my memories of this alltooquick newborn stage had quietly vanished into the recesses of my mind. Until now. I had almost forgotten the things I loved most about mothering an infant!
Things such as….
The cute grunts when she stretches and arches her back
Magical moments at 2 am when it’s just you and her, alone in the world quietly staring into each others eyes
The startle reflex where the arms flail up and out
Huge baby yawns with closed eyes and a small grunt at the end
Soft skin that you can’t help but continually stroke
Nose nuzzling into her neck
The smell…ahhh…the wonderful baby smell..which invites even more nose nuzzling
Nibbling softly on that oh-so-adorable baby jawline and chin because it’s just.so.dang. irresistible.
Soft, plump, chubby baby thighs
Soft, plump, chubby baby EVERYTHING!
Baby breath and toothless grins
The uninhibited happiness exuded in those early first smiles
The warmth of a tiny body sleeping soundly on your chest
Discovering the intricacies of this new little human’s personality
Dark, shining baby eyes peeping out from tiny eyelids
Watching her sleep
Learning to differentiate between cries
Tiny little toes and tiny little fingers
Little arms that flail about jerkily
Big ol’ man burps from such a tiny little mouth
The squirming, the grunting, the inevitable TOOT…and then the humorous happy silence that follows
Miniature shoes, micro sized socks and teeny tiny clothes
Cute little diapers that are no bigger than your hand
Rediscovering random memories about your older kids (Oh!!! Don’t you remember when Jack use to do this???!)
…and finally…
Smiling with delight as yet *another* stranger declares how precious / sweet / beautiful /gorgeous /wonderful / adorable your new baby is while you’re out and about (uh, as if you didn’t know, right?) ;-)
