For two and half months my children have been lumps… grubs…little shit factories…I mean, I love them to death, but they had this blank stare on their faces, alternating with occassional crying and the pissed off “I’m taking a dump” look.
Not a very nice way to talk about my kids is it? Well I say it with tenderness in my heart.
Then, about 2 weeks ago, something magical started happening. The wonders of development. At first it started with Connor. He actually started engaging you with his eyes, and you know damn well that he’s looking directly at you and knows who you are. Then he smiles…. ***** melt ***** I’d come home from work and walk in the door and start talking to Jean with Connor on her chest, and he’d make this huge effort to flip his head over in the direction I was talking as if to welcome me home.
Alia was slower, but then in the last week, she’s started the same thing. They can both hold their heads up off our chests now, but struggle when they are flat on their stomach. Definately still a bit a way before they are able to push up and fully support their bodies and then flip over.. all the basics for crawling. Again, here Connor is slightly ahead of his sister, as he was holding (with much effort) his head and chest off the ground two nights ago, for a few seconds at a time.
Right now though, I’m happy with just the smiles. They are happy to be there with us. We can make faces and sing silly songs and our kids are laughing with us.
I knew that this was going to be the first milestone, and I’m so glad it’s finally here. It’s been a long 3 months with lack of sleep and free time. There’s a long road ahead. But I’ve finally got a feeling of progress. Progress in weight has been there, but the progress towards humanity is all that much more important. Oh, and just because they’re acting more human, doesn’t mean I still can’t call them grubs or garden gnomes.