The power of suggestion is not lost on the newly born. The day we checked in with the pediatrician he shared with us that he believes much of a newborn’s fussiness happens because they feel sad and homesick for their old home. I think she must have been listening intently to him from my arms since that night she gave me a run for my money and let her sadness flow. As I rocked her I thought more about his opinion and began to feel so sad for her (I know, the hormones don’t help). I pictured her missing her own little warm ocean wondering where the heck that world went. I tried to lay her little funny-haired head on my chest thinking that my heartbeat might prove to her that she’s just on the other side of that world. She was against this. So I just whispered to her and told her how I experienced it. I explained that during her life growing inside me it was as if she were my silent traveling companion. A small but strengthening force riding in one of those backpack carriers as I trekked over the Andes. I told her that right before she was born I became very sad at the thought of our journey in this form coming to an end, even though I knew we would meet up again on a different road and in a different form very soon.
Change is hard isn’t it?
But, without that change we wouldn’t be able to look you in the eyes
We wouldn’t be able to kiss your soft little parts
Or say sorry that you got dad’s pinky toes
Or laugh when Amaiah declared upon further inspection, “You guys, she does actually have a neck!”
Note: I really wanted this entry to have a graceful ending but then I hit the wall (not literally). This stressed me out for about ten minutes.
I then remembered that I’m neither in school or working for some high paying publication so I can just end things any old way. In fact, mid-sentence if I