Friday, September 18, 2009
Happy Birth Day to Me...
There's a weird sense of nostalgia -- looking back at where you were a year ago. (Granted, this blog makes it especially easy for moi).. I laugh that I was so worried about what we'd need for Mr. Holden -- crib? changing table? pack and play? car seat, swing, high chair, rocker, fluffy chair, diaper genie, swaddle me suits, exesaucer (sp?)?!?!? (I didn't even know what that was), etc etc etc.
Granted, if I had known I was going to embrace this whole "Attachment Parenting" thing so easily, I would've just invested in a sling, a car seat (safety first!) and a breast pump up front and called it good. :)
My dear friend Erin (yes mother to Baby Jonah, you) basically told me that all they (the babies) really need is you -- and I didn't think she was serious. But it's true. If Holden and I were stranded on an island together (hopefully Danny would be with us); we'd find a way to make it with out all the baby 'stuff.'
Hopefully they'd have mangoes and honeydew on that island. Holden likes the green melon. . .
But back to my point -- if there is one. The more I try to pay attention to Holden's cues and signals and what he's communicating to me (and trusting my instincts), it seems like the more flow we find... and finding a groove as a mother is the greatest birthday present I can think of.
(Though, I'm keeping my fingers crossed for more cloth diapers and an Ergo Baby!)