Joy to the World

There have been many moments in the last 11 weeks where there has been great tension between the joy-giver and the grief-giver...it's the same little boy. He has been more than delightful on some occasions and some nights he has tormented us with his sleeplessness. It creates great emotion and anxiety to been strung between two extreme emotions.

Yesterday I was so far swung to the joy side of the pendulum it was exhilarating. He was so content and happy that all his wake time was smiling, shrieking (at one particular worm-like toy), giggling and kicking with all-body excitement. When he smiles he couldn't open his mouth wider!

We spent the morning with 4 other mothers and babies with leisurely decafs and open conversations about our lives. I loved it. We then headed out to the shops for essentials like baby singlets and lamb for dinner. He was content enough to go from pram to capsule to car to pram to capsule without any fuss and I buzzed all over the city doing things that had to be done.

After his late afternoon feed he cuddled into my chest for a sleep and I sat to enjoy it. My buddy Kate called while we were snuggled up and we had a great chat. All his aunties and uncles came over for a Moroccan tagine for dinner so he got heaps of lovin' and stimulation. After they left we let him lie on his sheepskin out in the living area while we cleaned up and chatted. For more than an hour he was happy doing the aforementioned giggling and kicking. At 10:30pm he asked to go to bed (!) and I wrapped him up, put him in the cot and he shut his eyes and smiled.

At 6am I had to wake him for a feed (for my own comfort) and by 7.30am he was ready to start the day. I brought him into bed with me and we cuddled and chatted for half an hour.

It's the simple things that are now monumentally fulfilling - smiles, sleep and cuddles.

For those of you who are still with me in this blubbering blog about a little things...thanks for listening.