Our little turned 4 months old today, this was the first time I had a reason to get dressed in something other than the "mom-uniform" of jeans or lululemon and a t-shirt. Unfortunately it was to attend a wonderful friends funeral.
I felt an enormous wave of guilt getting my baby ready to take to a funeral, as I looked at this happy new life bouncing and kicking around on the changing table I couldn't help but feel torn. Here I was the most happy I've ever been in my life, heading to remember a friend who's life was far too short.
The more I thought about this on the way the more I realized a "funeral" is not at all what we would be attending. As my friend helped, loved, befriended more people in his lifetime than most who lived twice his age. He had the most beautiful heart. Today we would celebrate his life, and that is exactly what his family did.
Like only a sweet baby can do, she got hungry mid-service and let it be known. I hid around the corner and did my best at feeding her with one of those coverall tarp contraptions. Being a 4 month old Nora now has the attention span of a goldfish so she latched on like she had never eaten before and not a minute later was distracted by the nursing cover or the birds chirping or both...Much to my dismay she dismounted and my super-soaker of a letdown went all over my silk shirt. I was in a new form of a mommy uniform and I couldn't help but laugh. Which she mirrored and my heart swelled with joy in a much needed moment.
She brings so much joy to life.
She also brings so much worry. Oh my goodness.
Nora started rolling over tummy to back around 3 months, and mastered back to tummy 2 days before her 4 month mark. YAY! and OH NO! She decided to become a tummy sleeper, no problem. She started this after a 2am feeding, no problem. My video monitor stop working at said 2am feeding, PROBLEM. Not being able to see her face in the monitor to ease my mind from the comfort of my bed I chose to forgo comfort and sleep (read: stay awake in a zombie like state and write angry emails to makers of the monitor) in the nursery. Once Nora woke for the day I tried the monitor again and wouldn't you know it would miraculously be fixed. What a jerk of an inanimate object.
All seems to be well with the tummy sleeping, except when she doesn't quite get her arm out from under her, I assume it falls asleep, when she wakes she is angry. ANGRY, so tiny, yet so much anger.
The little has inspired a business I'm launching next week, I am SO EXCITED about, can't wait to tell you all about it.