Wednesday, 11 June 2014

WE HAD NO IDEA THE DELIVERY WOULD BE THE EASY PART

Piggly Wiggly, Things on Piggly's Head, Whorrified, Brampton,
DON'T BE DECEIVED BY HER ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE SMILE:
This baby will rule you with Game of Thrones-esque ruthlessness.

Here's a rare thing: a picture of Piggly Wiggly without something on her head. We're giving her a bit of reprieve from that because although she clearly loves it (at least, I haven't heard her protest; "Use your WORDS, Piggly!") she's going through a tough time right now. Which means we're all going through a tough time right now.

Although you'd never know it from the size of her cheeks, Piggly is having some fairly serious feeding issues. I spent the night there recently to give her desperately worried mom a bit of a break and was up literally all night long, because sleeping on the floor in a baby's room and sitting bolt upright at the sound of every snuffle is not as restful as you might think.
But I did learn something from the experience, and that is that even when it is 3 a.m. and you are so exhausted you think your eyes might fall out onto her face, when a baby looks up at you while she is lying in your arms like a plump warm dumpling in a blanket, it can melt your heart. 

I learned that at 4 a.m. when a baby is whimpering and writhing with obvious discomfort, you will do the most ridiculous things just to get her to stop and smile and maybe even, if God so chooses to bless you, to laugh. 

I learned that at 5 a.m., when your worried daughter appears at the nursery door like a spectre and croaks, "Did she eat? How much?" despite your strict orders to "stay in bed and get some sleep," she will suddenly become your baby all over again. 

I learned that at 6 a.m., when both of them are finally sleeping and you aren't, you won't give a rat's ass because you know what? Your stupid problems, your silly inconsequential little dramas, your whining and whinging and grousing about unpaid bills and difficult jobs and unrequited text messages suddenly become about as important and as interesting as day-old breast milk. 
Family. Good health. Love. And a baby's big, beautiful, toothless grin. That, and almost nothing else, is what really matters.