I am
tired, and looking forward to the weekend. I am also looking forward to getting
my bicycle out again sometime in the near future, and the first time I can take
Mathew to the beach to play with the sand and jump over waves. That may be a
couple of years away yet, but it’s good to have these things to work towards in
the future. Let’s be honest here – babies, at first, are just little gurgling
poop machines that seem to be on a constant conveyor belt of feeding, changing,
puking, crying and wriggling. All your interactions with them are based on
keeping them alive and trying not to get overwhelmed or panic. The payback for
that comes a bit later, when they start reacting to you and smiling at you and
giggling and being wonderful. For now, it’s just about knowing where they are,
making sure they are safe and trying to interpret what their noises signify.
Having said that – the rare moments of calm and quiet, when he is asleep on my
chest or contently snoozing in Philippa’s arms – are indescribably joyous.
RC 14-2-19
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