Thumper is finally here. Nestled in our arms, her big dark eyes flecked with bits of her daddy’s hazel are often closed. She’s a quiet baby who likes her sleep. So much so it took us a few days to get adjusted to having another baby in the house. In the first couple of days we would forget she was even here as we went about our daily routine.
Like her sister, Thumper was born the day before her due date. The labor this time was quicker (five-ish hours) and easier, although I was glad I still managed to eat my roast chicken dinner that I labored (hah!) over through my contractions before heading to the hospital.
My Guy: Let’s get you to the hospital now.
Me: No. Not until I finish this chicken!
(I have my priorities - I really like roast chicken.)
As with most first time moms, I had my reservations about my reception of the second baby. I was worried I wouldn’t experience the thrill of her birth as I did my firstborn. And of course I felt guilty about that. I was also worried it would take me some time to split my affections equally between my two girls. Little Miss, despite her sometimes terrible twoness, is an amazing kid and having been so enamored with one, it was difficult for me to imagine feeling the same for another. At least not initially.
Now I know why they call it a bundle of joy
But I was oh-so-wrong. Just like with Little Miss, her daddy and I shed tears of joy when we heard her wail, which was the moment she took her first breath. And be still our hearts, she was just perfect. A hefty one too at 7lbs 1oz. Well, at least when compared to her sister who was 5lbs 12oz. I think all the cupcakes I irrationally craved and subsequently ate during my pregnancy helped. In fact, I think she’s part cupcake. So far her sweet disposition is proving my cupcake theory right.
I’ve been on a newborn high of late, and how can you blame me? That newborn scent that I’ve been craving before her birth is intoxicating. I love to watch her shiny dark eyes observing the new world around her and the milk-drunk smiles she involuntarily flashes in her sleep. She may be quiet, but she grunts and squeaks quite a bit, which amuses us and makes me wonder if I should change her nickname from Thumper to Grunty. The jury is still out on that one.
If there is one word to describe my state of being these days, it would be overwhelmed. With the love for my wee one. With the honor of being her mom. With the joy of watching her grow. With gratitude for the healthy, beautiful little baby in my arms. But if I had to pick another word, it would be blessed.
For the mere fact that it is here where she has landed.
Right next to me.