People weren’t kidding when they said this time would go by fast. It didn’t feel that way, especially not at first, but tomorrow Cy will turn one month old. It’s hard to believe it has been a month, and the surprise is how fast he changes. I remember when he hardly did more than sleep and nurse. Now he coos at us, gets transfixed by light coming in through the window, and loves nothing more than to listen to music from the comfort of our arms. He rang in his 4-week mark with an exuberant fart and a cheeky smile.
Already, he stays awake in that quiet, watchful state for longer periods of time. We take that time to talk with him, sing to him, read to him, and blow raspberries on his various appendages.
Toby has been making it a duty, after having read this article, to talk to Cy every chance he gets, to fill up his little word tank. Here’s a sample snippet from a Toby-Cy conversation (or Toby monologue, as it were…)
On being a good listener, the value of making eye contact:
Toby: Eye contact is essential, especially when you’re listening to a girl talk, because otherwise it’ll seem like you think that what they’re saying is…you know…less than spell-binding. And now, eye contact, contrary to what you might think, does not actually mean touching somebody with your eyeball–which I discovered at an early age–because, well, it tends to disturb them and you get stuff stuck to your eye. It also doesn’t mean touching them in the eye. I mean, it might depend on who you do it to. If you do it to Dot, she’ll probably just blink at you. But if you do it to Mom, she, you know, might “accidentally” drop you. Accidentally is in air quotes. But I can’t do air quotes because I’m busy carrying you.
I love their conversations. I eavesdrop on every one of them.
It’s funny; now that a month has passed, there is a part of me that meets the passing with a sigh. It’s the part that sees the piling up of regular life outside our front door. Toby only took two weeks off for paternity leave, so already he’s juggling work, helping me with Cy, getting dinner and groceries for us, etc., while I’m on the perpetual cycle of nursing, burping, changing Cy, and putting him to sleep. While we’ve focused on getting through this month, there’s so much that needs attention. All three of our vehicles have decided to stage a strike, needing new tires and service of various sorts. We need to get some paperwork done for Cy. Toby had to do a border run last weekend. Doctor visits. And so on. I guess the baby moon is over, and just as we’re starting to get a handle on things, more demands need to be met. Funny how life works like that. It pushes you to your edge, and in time you find how to stretch just a little past it so it’s no longer the edge, then life gives you just a little bit more.
We’re growing. That’s a good thing.
Thing I Love About Cy Today: I love the way he clasps his hands together while nursing. It looks like something halfway between hand wringing and a tentative prayer.