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She likes looking at the light that comes through the cracks of blinds, and glows around the edges of window curtains.
She likes staring at the twinkle lights, too (she will love Christmas).
She hates having her onesies removed
because she loves to be warm and cozy.
She sleeps best on her tummy, laying on mom’s chest after eating.
She calms down when dad bounces her up and down
as he walks around the living room.
She calms down when her carrier starts to sway and move
and as a result she loves walks.
She calms down when she feels the breeze through the car windows.
She likes watching the movement of the street going by in the car seat mirror.
She likes to stare into space and wiggle—
wiggle, wiggle, wiggle—when laying on her back in her crib, bassinet, on the couch
and make little noises as her arms and legs pump up and down.
When I place her on my breast
I delicately take her soft small head between my palms
and position her correctly
Her skin is so soft and her face is sweet as pie
At the start of eating her eyes are big and bright, her small mouth becomes a little O but with a slight smile, like she’s excited
With open mouth she bobs up and down a bit
practicing her neck control
before latching on tightly
looking up, staring ahead, brow raised so that
many lines stack on her forehead
and I wonder what she thinks about as her reflex to eat takes over
and what her thoughts look like
As the feed goes on her
eyes droop
her thoughts drift
and her neck muscles give way so that
the full weight of her cheek rests in
my guiding hand
She pulls away and puckers her lips in a sideways twist that always makes me smile
and kerplunks her head on my chest
Ear against my heart, my lungs
so that all she hears is thumping and whooshing
like she’s back inside me again
Her mouth falls open in a milk drunk stupor
and our chests rise together
and her little hands caress my skin, her tiny nails scratching me slightly
and I kiss the top of her soft sweet head with her soft down hair
and place my hand on her back
and feel the spine and ribs that were formed inside me, that I pushed out
and now she’s here
She coos and readjusts in her sleep
Dark eyes suddenly open wide, full of sparkles like a night sky, reflections of the lights she loves to look at
A full body yawn and an appearance of a little pink tongue
A cry of frustration as she tries to latch again
She turns her head so I can see her soft pliable perfect seashell ear
and I whisper to her how much I love her
And after latching like a magnet
she’s out
And together we breathe and rest