Time

Time has taken on a whole new meaning with Baby Bird. It's strange that it took us almost three years to get to this place of parenthood. It felt sooooo very long waiting and trying and waiting and being disappointed. Now, it feels as if those trials were truly momentary and fleeting in the face of my baby girl's smile each morning--that's usually the only time of day that the smiles happen. She's definitely not like her momma in that way--morning is the only time I usually do NOT smile--until now.

Even daily routines seem to have taken on a whole new dimension of time. Once upon a time I was able to dress and get out the door in twenty minutes. Now, I know to expect at least double that amount of time, and if I'm really in a hurry, triple it. This morning I was on my way to SBUX--where I now sit typing with her by my side--and after bathing, dressing, and then bathing Macie, she proceeded to have a blow out #2 in the towel I was drying her off in--all over me, the towel and her once-clean feet and legs. Suffice to say, we didn't leave for another hour or so.

People keep telling me, "Enjoy this time. It goes by fast." I'm sure it will, though it doesn't feel very fast right now--probably due to sleep depravation. But I don't mind this kind of slowness after the waiting to see her heartbeat, her tiny body, her face. In my opinion, each day may pass as slowly as possible, keeping her hands tiny, her head bobbing, and her mouth grinning every morning. I'll enjoy this baby-era as I await the next.