030510. The LO took her first steps yesterday.
But I missed it.
And I’m pretty bummed.
But I’m dealing.
And starting to realize there are a lot of “first moments”
I’m going to miss because I made the decision to go back to work after the LO
came into my life.
… As I mentioned yesterday, my superwoman Mom arrives on
Monday morning at about 7:30 am (after driving 2 hours from the desert) to take
care of the LO until midday Thursday, when she’s “relieved” of duty by a
wonderful woman that I’ll just call The Nanny for ease of use.
And, seriously, The Nanny is fantastic. The LO loves loves loves her.
She squeals in delight when The Nanny walks in the door. She jumps up and down. She squirms to get into The Nanny’s
arms. She basically gets “the
wiggles.” Which is awesome.
(I’d be lying if I didn’t say it hurts just a little to
know that she doesn’t seem to miss me too much when The Nanny is around! But what a blessing. Clearly, the Nanny is good to the LO)
So, yes, I knew going into this whole thing that I might
miss some milestones:
… first words (so far, the LO says “apple” and “go” and
“mamamamama” and “daddy” and “bird” … I was there for “apple,” “bird,” and
“mamamamama” … :)
… first steps (I guess they happened last night)
… the first time she decided to put her face in the bubbles
of her bath (see pic)
(The LO as Col. Sanders)
… and first other things that I can’t think of right now at
this early 4 am hour. (I have no idea what I’m doing up at 4 am … I doubt this
will be a regular time for me to be posting)
Okay, so back to yesterday:
I got home late from work last night (around 8 o’clock). The Nanny’s husband was already waiting
in their car outside the house to pick her up. And by this time of night, the LO is ready to settle down
with some milk (yes, I’m still breastfeeding …I’m thinking this will last until
she’s at least 1) and fall into dreamland for the night. Even though her ride is waiting, The
Nanny always offers to give me a few minutes to change out of my work clothes
before handing over the munchkin, so I rushed to put on a pair of comfy sweats
and a tee and race back to the living room to finally get my arms around the
beautiful babe.
That’s when she dropped the bomb … she shows me where LO was
standing. She mimics the
move. She says “she took two
steps,” (takes the two awkward, clunky, baby-like steps herself to show me the action), “and then she
plopped down,” (another mime move).
I get tears in my eyes (but I don’t cry). And I say something … I have no idea what I said. And I just hugged and hugged the LO. (There's a good chance I was holding her a little too tightly, but she didn't seem to mind.)
We waved to The Nanny as she walked to her car. Said we'd be happy to see her tomorrow. And I closed and locked the door and
immediately called The Cowboy (who was also sad to miss the moment) and then my
Mom (who said LO had done the 2-step-plop-on-the-floor-move before, but she
wasn’t telling the Cowboy and me so we could feel like we were there for the
first time. She sounded a little annoyed by The Nanny.)
I bet LO said "bird" before Monday...)
And that’s why I love my Mom.
Q: Is
there someone in your life who loves you enough to NOT tell you things?
