Lately, I think due to the fact that there have been so many strangers holding her all the time, G has become increasingly attached to me. I'm the one she wants when she cries and when I leave the room, she is temporarily (thankfully) fussy. This morning she screamed for probably almost two hours and there was nothing B could do to help her. Finally he came and woke me from my nap and almost the instant she was placed in my arms she quieted down and rested her head on my shoulder. I love being that person for her, being able to comfort and calm her just by holding her or singing the Star Trek theme, but I feel bad that B can't do it too.
I think a lot of it has to do with boobs. Moms are more comfortable and a big reason is because we're the ones with the boobs. At first, they're the feed bags and the baby loves the smell of them and the knowledge that food will come out. Then because baby has grown so close to mom through feeding (if you breast feed...but I get the feeling there's also a very strong bond if you don't because of the pregnancy), that just her normal smells and feeling are comfortable. Resting that heavy head on that squishy chest is relaxing (just ask any husband) and they are also a useful tool. G has the problem of very dry, flaky skin. This means that she is constantly scratching her face and head. Sometimes this is problematic at feeding times, but because I am a lady I can tuck one arm comfortable under my boob and hold her other hand still while I feed her. It's perfect. B can't do that. If he tucks her arm, it's uncomfortable for both. I feel bad that guys just aren't physically capable of making the same connection as women are.
In Other News:
Lately, G has been screaming her head off when she's having a good time, a bad time, or an in between time. She shrieked during church several times last week. The other day she was in the exersaucer screaming at a flower. Another thing she's been doing lately is really toying with my emotions, and it's saying, "mum mum mum mum" when she wants something. She is most assuredly saying 'mum' but she doesn't realize that it is a real word. I think she's aware that by saying it she will get something, and more often than not I will go pick her up or kiss her or feed her, but I don't think it has clicked that I am mum. Every time she says it, my heart kinda leaps and I think, "Oh my gosh!! She knows my name!" But then I remember that she doesn't and I just feel sad. The fact that she does it while fussing or crying doesn't help. It's cute as heck though. I love that kid.
New Years Resolutions are going ok so far. I'm not changing my eating habits yet and I likely won't until I'm in my own home cooking my own meals in my own kitchen, which won't be for several months at least yet. I'm not concerned about this though. I have all year and I'm not pressuring myself. I have successfully been avoiding chips though. It's only been three days, but my brother cracked open a bag of sour cream and onion chips and both B and I were drooling over them. We abstained though, and are victorious thus far.
Les Miserables. Go. See. It. Now. It was so good. I loved it. It was perfect. I can't wait to see it again.
Now that January has begun, I'm beginning to get nervous because I know that my time in BC will come to an end soon (and by soon I mean in maybe a month). I don't want to go back! This place has done wonders for me. I take headache medicine waaaay less, and I'm eating more and sleeping better and am happier. B noticed a difference in me within the first week we were here. I've been cooking! And the time with my family has just been wonderful. I love my parents and bro and sis so much.
I think that's it for now. Just felt like dumping some information. Good evening!
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