It has been a several weeks now since we became parents, but how much we’ve changed, I can’t begin to tell.
Her cry wakes us up faster than any alarm clock.
Her sounds are all cute for us.
Her ten tiny fingernails grow so sharp so fast and it takes us about an hour to trim just half of them!
She burps. We laugh.
She smiles and coos and giggles. We laugh.
She suckles enthusiastically. We laugh.
She farts. We laugh.
She farts in succession. We laugh harder.
I, in particular, find myself talking in the same language, but with new content, perhaps drawn from inside my brain especially for our little girl.
Hush now, love, please don’t cry so hard.
Oh, it’s okay, it’s okay, shhhhh.
I’m sorry, it’s cold! (the rubber mat on her changing table at dawn)
I’m sorry, it’s hot! (the water for cleansing the nappy area)
Sorry, sorry, Mommy is still learning (to put on the diaper, to position her to latch, to put on her clothes, to give her a bath, to do just about anything for her).
Don’t cry, mahal, I love you so much!
Ow! Ow! Ow! Please don’t kick (my boobs or my CS wound) so hard like that! ????
Here we go, let’s put on your kimono top. Right hand in, left hand next, oh my gosh where is your finger?!
Here we go, we have to put on your pajamas.
Let’s go little Jedi, you have training tonight! (What?! Where did that come from? Who knows, I’m sleep-deprived!????)
Oh little girl, you’re making us love you so so much!????