Wheeeeee! This was the sound of another month passing by and time to document the fact that my precious baby girl turned 4 months old today.
This was an important month for both of us – I went back to work and Alessandra started daycare. Yes, this early, because the maternity leave policies in the US are not what my European friends are used to and you consider yourself lucky if your company allows 12 weeks of leave (half of it is unpaid). The decision to go back to work was not an easy one for me, but after a lot of back and forth in my mind and in conversations with my family and friends I decided to give it a try – and so far it has been a good ride. Alessandra is enjoying being among people and I am enjoying an opportunity to dress up, to blast music in the car on my way to work and to gossip with my colleagues over a cup of coffee.
The daycare Ale goes to is a nice small place just a mile away from our house. There are 5 babies in her class including her, 2 teachers and 1 assistant. Every day we receive a report through an app on our phones about how her day was eating and sleeping wise – and they also upload the photos of all the fun stuff they do there. They already celebrated St.Patrick’s day and Easter, and Ale was posing in a green hat (I cracked up when I saw a pic) and also starred as an Easter Bunny among the little chickens (I teared up when I saw a pic). She has also received her first invitation to her first birthday party. This kid is going to be a party animal, I am telling ya.
A week after Alessandra was born and I was still in a total haze, a friend who was just 4 months ahead of me in her motherhood told me that I need to aim to restoring my sense of normalcy. This became my mantra and my lifesaving vest. Able to take a long hot shower and put a hair mask on? One step towards having the normalcy of your life. Having your nails done every three weeks as you used to? Another step towards normalcy of your life. Watching the movies Sunday night with Igor over a glass of wine? This is how life used to be – normalcy restored. Making crepes for breakfast on Sunday? If this does not say normalcy, then I don’t know what does.:) Little by little things get more under control – and even though I already learned not to take it for granted – as life with a baby is unpredictable – I also learned to savor and enjoy those moments.
I might not have been swept off my feet with the motherly love the moment she was born, but it’s amazing how I physically feel my love for her growing day over day. This blonde grey-eyed baby is stealing my heart piece by piece and I am eagerly giving it up.