I’m under doctor’s orders while recovering from a medical procedure: get plenty of rest, feet up, and no lifting.
“No lifting? Doctor, I have a 1 year old baby at home.” I argued.
“You’ll have to find some help,” the doctor insisted. “No lifting the baby for 6 weeks.”
It goes against the natural order of things.
Katie loves to toddle over to me for a kiss. She starts getting her lips ready about six feet away. Toddle, toddle, toddle…. lips out, eyes closed… toddle, toddle…. pffffftttttttt. Big wet one comin’ my way. How can I NOT pick her up?
Katie’s favorite thing to do is to read books. I mean, she Loves books, with a capital L. She’ll waddle over to her book basket, find a book, waddle back, and PLOP into my lap for a story. How can I NOT let her plop??
When I sneak into Katie’s room in the morning, she sits up in her crib with a smile, arms outstretched, ready to be lifted out of her crib. It’s one of my favorite parts of the day, that first cuddle when I can inhale her scent and feel her chubby body against mine. How can I NOT start our mornings with a hug?
Katiebug is curious. Sometimes, she walks over to wherever I’m standing and holds on to my legs, pulling and babbling until I pick her up. Seems that she just needs a different perspective on the world. Sometimes she points her little finger and I start to name the world for her. “That’s a cup, Katie. Cup.” How can I NOT hold her up and name the world for her?
Katie and I have an understanding at night. I hold her, and we say night-night to Daddy and Maddie. We blow kisses and wave, and then the 2 of us head upstairs for books and bed. I change her diaper one last time and remind her how very much I love her with a tickle and some tummy kisses. I hold her in my lap as we read a few books. Lights out, music on, and then we usually cuddle a few more minutes before she points to her crib. “Night night, Katie. Sweet dreams.” It’s our time, our ritual.
I have help. I have a husband, a mom, and 2 sisters. They’re here and they’re helping. But they’re not me, and Katie needs her mommy.
Truth be told, Katie seems just fine. I think it may be the other way around. Sigh.