I'm realizing more and more how fleeting my time with Isla as a baby, actually is. She is growing so so fast and I am doing my best to savor every moment. I have been obsessed with her from the day she was born and that obsession grows immensely every day. However, in her first few months, I made sure to put her down so she wouldn't become dependent on being held. I would only rock her for one or two songs worth before bed because I wanted her to be able to fall asleep with out me having to rock her all the way to sleep. I also never "jumped" at the sound of her cries, I'd give her a chance to work things out on her own. I guess you could say all of those things have worked...she is content to play and be by herself, she sleeps like and champ and can sleep anywhere (lucky for me and my late night craft nights) and she rarely cries. Isla is what I'd like to call a "super, magic, dream baby". She takes everything in stride and is such a sweet, happy little soul. She has so much personality and a funny little sense of humor. I'm convinced, with each new day, that now that I have her, my life would not be complete without her. She is such a joy and I feel so blessed that I get to be her mother. In spite of all of my earlier efforts to restrain myself, in order to encourage Isla to be a content, independent baby, I am finding myself wanting to hold her more, and rock her to sleep,(and then some). And I am caving, practically crumbling, when she cries, "ma ma ma ma".
The quote by Elizabeth Stone, is quickly becoming one of my favorites. "Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body." True words, Mrs. Stone. True words.