Reflections at one month

Right now, you are asleep and I am stealing a moment to write this.

For the last month, life has been lived according to your rather exhausting schedule.

It has not been easy. In fact, it has been rough. At times, really tough. Even tear-inducing for both you and me (or was it hormonal?).

But somehow, we've survived.

Already you have showings of a little personality. You sure know what you want when you want it. If you aren't seen to immediately, you get furious. You wail so loudly and forcefully that your face turns purple.

We feel so scared sad sorry for you when we see your little body shaking with anger, your eyes squeezing out teeny hot tears, and your tiny fists clenching in frustration.

Most of the time what you demand is food. A simple request you may think, but really not, at least on my part in providing it. But I'm working on it, still ironing out the kinks in the system. Ow.

At the moment, you are eating up to twelve times a day when you should be satisfied with eight. This is something we are trying to sort out - you, I and the nurse (yes, I had to get in professional help!)

But it's not all bad coz you are healthy and pink and a robust 1.5kg heavier since your birth.

Your voracious appetite has us spending most of our time together attached, body to body. Sometimes, it's a real pain literally, but it has its moments. Especially just before dawn, when the house is all asleep and the lights outside are hazy and there's a beginning of an orange glow, you look up at me with your eyes wide open... and you smile.

Just you and me, kiddo.

Speaking of smiles. The books say that babies don't smile in a true social sense until they are four to six weeks old. Before that, it is just a reflex action (muscle stretch) or a disguised burp. But your grandparents, particularly your maternal granny, insist you have been smiling at them since you were at the hospital. Little do they all know, your real smiles are saved just for me and your dadz. Heh.

For a while, all you did was sleep, eat and poo. In the last few days, you've had little awake times when your eyes dart around, your ears prick up and your face squishes and pulls into the funniest expressions. You do that a lot when you're in your dad's arms. You also save him the sweetest, crookedest smiles, where your eyes all crinkle up.

You've been here for exactly a month but somehow it seems so much longer. Like you've always been around. Isn't that weird?

You are so much part of our lives already - our little baby girl.

Now for Month #2... ready or not!