Double Bubbles

When Penny was a newborn, I started spending time with other new moms once a week at a breast-feeding support group.  Not what you would expect ["Hi my name is Julie and I'm lactating"]... just a bunch of moms and their babies hanging out talking about things and getting to know each other.  It is here that I get the best exposure to the world of mothering an infant, and of what babies are like at different ages.

In the beginning, the other babies seemed so old.  And big. And engaged.  They would make eye contact and smile at you, hold their own heads up, and flail their arms and legs with excitement.  The really old babies could laugh and hold things in their hands.  And they drooled everywhere.

Not my little peanut.  In all her preciousness, she was delicate and smooshy and sweet and silent.  Her very essence was quiet, even her cries.  In my sleepless delirium I couldn't  imagine her being anything else but tiny and [relatively] still.

After about a month and a half, when I was feeling much more agile, I started to get out of the house a lot more and spend less time at home staring at my child.  It felt good to change scenery.  It felt good to take her places.  This also made the time seem to go by much faster.

Now with moms groups and band gigs and volleyball camps and weddings and going back to work, my life is soaring by. Wonderfully, but swiftly.

Penny is three months old.

... processing...

Penny is three months old.   She has literally doubled in size since she was born, weighing in at 10 pounds 14 ounces last Friday.  She has also doubled in energy.  When she is awake, her body is passionately working -- all the time.  Growing, squirming, talking, examining, experiencing the world.  She even sleeps passionately.

And the drool.  Apparently a pre-cursor to teething, the bubbles of spit exuding from her mouth do so with such innocent fervor.

Nostalgia, already?

I was just thinking the other day as I was nursing her that I can't remember what she nursed like when she was a newborn.  I know she was much much shorter in length and less likely to punch me in the sternum, but I can't feel her newborn body anymore.  I can look at pictures of it, I can close my eyes and try to imagine it, but I can't visualize any other Penny besides the Penny I am holding in my arms today.

Who I think I love double double as much as I did yesterday.

The chapters are short and the pages turn rapidly.

I guess all the baby stages blur together.  And every day is like a new stage.  My advice; take lots of video.

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