Being at home with Alivia was so amazing: she was healthy, eating so much, and everyday more aware of her surroundings. She was a talker, she had so much to coo about but gladly didn’t cry much. A month after she was born, she was already attempting to lift her head. Her sleep was consistent and between the crazy hour wake ups, I would get the gift of 3-5 hour increment sleeps.
We had friends coming in and out to visit, and meet our little blessing. My mom came to visit from Ontario and stayed with us for a week. I was schooled in the art of hand washing everything and air drying it in the sun, because obviously I didn’t already have enough to do. She gave me a couple sleep-in days, but really, I wouldn’t consider that sleeping in. Somehow, you get these crazy mommy super powers! Don’t get me wrong, I did once or twice lay Alivia down in her crib, and would go hide in the bathroom for a moment of silence. It’s amazing how you can run off of little-to-no-sleep, yet when you hear your baby breathing, you know when they need a hug or food, even a diaper change. Not my husband’s forte obviously, as he couldn’t get past the gagging stage with a poopy diaper. On the days he let me sleep, I would hear him quietly sneak into our room and whisper, “baby you sleeping…can you please help me and you can lie back down after?” This wonderful surprise still happens to this day.
Alivia’s little body was getting so strong, and the summer was perfect for us to relax and enjoy the fresh air. I found it astonishing how as a mom you know what to do, without knowing what to do. Everything came naturally; no book or advice was needed. To think how nervous I was at first! Muffin even mentioned how proud he was that I was such a good mom. Everything that was new to her, felt like it was new to us. She was so amazed by everything around her, just absorbing this exciting world, the sights, sounds, textures, and tastes.
Before Alivia was born I went on a jarring rampage, my cold room was stalked with everything apple sauce, carrot puree, beet puree, beans, pickles, peach puree, and veggie salads. I was on a mission – only the best for our baby, Thank you mom for everything you did for us, and what you taught me. I spent hours and hours squishing veggies and fruits through a strainer so that her mush was as fine, and as chunk free as possible. By the end of it all I swear I had Hulk arms. The effort was worth it, as different flavors other then breast milk made Alivia a happy baby. She would slowly move the food through her mouth and smack her lips in delight. Life was so good.