We were ready for a slight after-birth depression (and by we I mean Skip who read the warning signs on the water jug the hospital gave me), but we were not prepared for mind games those hormones played. After my mom left, Pippa and I spent an entire day bumming around. I sat in the rocking chair and Pippa relaxed in my arms. That's when I noticed that at 10 days my little girl was barely even a baby.
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| At one week |
An upsetting thought for a new mom. I was devastated. And annoyed that we never finished Pippa's newborn photos. I had visions of her in a brightly colored tutu, holding her dad's fishing pole, draped across deer antlers, curled up on my fox fur scarf. Grandma and I did one test outfit and that was it. Those photos are wonderful but I never insisted on doing more. I told myself the light wasn't good enough. Dark skies would not showcase Pippa's beauty. But really I just wanted to cuddle her because by the time she had turned a whooping 15 days old I was tearing up at the thought of sending her to kindergarten.
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| At three weeks, already more mature |
Then she was in high heels, wanting to go to prom, and by the time I thought about sending her to college Skip noticed my quiet sobs. He tried to tell me it was all going to work out. He offered to take Pippa so I could take a nap. As he moved in to steal my precious moments from my Pippa time I snarled at him and clenched my baby closer to my chest. Really I was worried about her leaving me and his solution to take her away rubbed me raw.
I'm still a little worried that she's growing too fast but what can I expect from an eight pound baby who looked like a toddler when she was born. Now it's back to holding her, she might be crawling tomorrow.
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My thoughts exactly. I remember being in the hospital after having Stone and thinking, "gee 5 years before kindergarten...we have plenty of time together". Now I can't believe I will be registering him next february. Breaks my heart. We/I(Stone will be fine I am sure) will be the mom I always mocked as a teacher, who will be crying as they pry the child from my iron grasp. So, so sad.
And when she finally does leave, you will hold her in your heart until she returns with a grandchild. Only to leave again but you will know they will always come back (even if for short times!). Life! Pippa's gma
and like my dad told us breezy...there will be plenty of times where you will wish she'd hurry up and move out! SPoken like a true parent of a kid like me, no doubt. at least you will be young and beautiful still when Pippa goes to college, i'm going to be a hundred and eleventy
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