This blog could very easily be a woah-is-me entry. But it’s
not. Hayden has so much to look forward to when he returns.
It has been hard and I was lucky to have my mom come for
five days and for my dad to come for the weekend. Their time here was
especially critical for me to walk the dog without the baby. Our neighbor Linda
even babysat one night so I could dog walk.
It’s also been hard on me physically. I have thrown my back
out and am hobbling around with Austin in my arms, stooped over like a granny. When
I have had to take Austin with me for Jeter’s walk, the whole kit and caboodle I
call it, Jeter juts from side to side, forward and backward, taking the me and
the baby carriage with him. We must look like a homeless person with a too-full
shopping cart struggling up a steep hill.
However, a couple of days ago, I realized, these are the
last moments before I have to go back to work. I’m dreading it, but I’m so glad
I’ve had this intense alone time with Austin. I feel closer to him. I have
watched him change in the last 13 days. During this time, he has begun responding
to his name, he has really noticed the dog and he has new, blond hair growing
in under his spiky dark newborn hair. He loves to stand and although a little
timid in his new exersaucer, he is close to figuring that out and loving it. He
marches on his feet, blows bubbles of glee during tummy time and giggles when I
kiss him when he’s being changed.
He lights up when he sees me and I melt when he looks at me
that way.
We are bonded and I feel blessed.
