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Maya is still enlightening me… (at 8 mo. old)

The time has flown in a way…

my daughter is 8 months old….

“My daughter”

I remember your yaya

telling me to say it

in the hospital

Not really believing it yet.

After so long a wait

our souls are united

It seems like only yesterday, you were inside me

Hardly moving, so content

except for the big turn, facing down…

It seems like just yesterday we were bouncing in the pool trying to make “Maya” arrive by her due-date.

So worried that she would be late and we’d have to induce…

We were so lucky Maya and I,

and daddy too…

And the grey cow born on the same day you were

during a mild hurricaine

an auspicious start, I think.

An all-natural birth

am I a total masochist?

“Why?” My women friends ask me.

“Definitely not for me.” I answer.

For the sake of her clarity…

I was exhausted after two hours of hard pushing

but luckily I had an experienced midwife

who knew I could do it…

I could…

And Maya had one eye open, one closed and half-smiled at me, like Budda…

My own personal budda…

How lucky am I?

And she breastfed…

Easy in the hospital, but hard for a couple weeks at home,

and recovering, sitz baths…

Maya is still breast-feeding at eight months,

we’re trying for a year, then maybe just at night…

we’ll see…

no rush my child…

but of late you seem to be rushing yourself…

Trying to talk

babbling, saying, “Dada”

So intent on crawling,

slow down,

we need to finish childproofing.

You focus so well

when I read to you

But love the ‘feely’ books the best.

Trying to feed yourself

Grabbing the spoon from me

When I feed you some organic baby food

I should make you homemade everyday, but you understand when I don’t…

The faces you make, then I say “yummy” and you smile.

You just discovered you love it when I sneeze

We had a laughing fit more than once

God I love to see you laugh!

I love how you trust me…

You can, always.

You are growing up too fast…

be my baby some more…

We have a whole year together

four months of spring and summer left

It will still not be enough…

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One Response

  1. Mama

    Standing up at crib…trying to walk, crawling pretty well, although she is confined to a large area rug, pulling herself up unassisted…Maya is almost a toddler.
    I mourn the loss of ‘the baby’…

    Though hearing her say, “Mama” was the best Mother’s Day gift I received, on this, my first Mother’s Day as a mother.

    May 13, 2010 at 1:26 pm

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