The First Month

The old adage is really true. This is my baby whom only a few short weeks ago was still safely nestled within my womb. She is alert, with big blue eyes, taking in the whole world at once. She holds her head up with ease for as long as she likes soaking up the images and colors around her; choosing when to rest her head upon my shoulder and settle into sleep. Her arms already support her torso as she looks up from the floor with a quizical expression trying to figure out what the other little people in our home are doing around her so busily. She is already so big, so strong, so established in our lives.

Kathryn is great. At her one month check up she weighed in at 9 lbs 4 oz putting her around the 50th percentile- which for my children is amazing. She is shockingly strong and mobile in comparision to my other two at this age. Ofcourse there are still times of inexplicable crying which grate on the nerves, or when she screams to let me know her unfulfilled desire to be held at this particular moment that my hands are full with other childcare tasks.

Already I can feel the days passing at an alarming rate and there are many times I simply throw up my hands as I want her to stay small forever and hurry up and get big so we can interact with each other. I look around at other families who were in this place a few short years ago and I smile and I laugh for in the blink of an eye my life will go from doing everything to watching everything and it is all good.