Considering I can hardly recognize people I met five minutes ago, it is nothing short of miraculous that our little Quinn can recognize the sound of my voice, my blurred face, and my scent (not sure that last one is a good thing).
Initially I thought Quinn kept averting her eyes from me when I held her because I too find it painful to look at my image after only a few hours of sleep here and there. That was until the lactation specialist enlightened me to a baby's body language. While these little beings don't come with an instruction manual, and they differ in size and temperament, they apparently have the same language. Forget cracking Navajo code, whoever figured this language out deserves to have a galaxy named after them.
To my surprise and relief, it turns out Quinn doesn't find my image disagreeable at all... In fact, she is so overwhelmed when she looks in my direction and recognizes me as "Mom" that she has to look away -- as if looking at the sun. What compliment could top that?!? As impossible as it seems, she makes it irresistible for me to grow all the more twitterpated with her.
Now, if I am like the face of the sun then you can only image how she'll react when Quinn meets her Daddy... Undoubtedly, it will be like seeing the face of God. Being his female clone, she is quite literally "made in the image of" him. I can hardly wait to see her expression!
In the meantime, Quinn's face is filling in nicely as she tips the balance to 4.5 lbs!!! Even though I see her multiple times a day, I too can track how much she has changed in the last two weeks. As of the other night, she is back on oxygen, but the lowest dose via nasal cannula.
Even though I knew it was probably coming, that bump in the road was a bit of a blow to my mood yesterday. Since my new purpose in life (other than to make moo) is to be whatever role model I can, the least I can do is to show the kid how to relax and remember to breathe. So, today I am successfully working on staving off that blue feeling by indulging in nutritious meals, extra rest, and a healthy dose of endorphins (from exercise, and holding the kid of course -- remember this Utah!).
Have to go try and plump up the kid some more...
Until next time, be well!
The Murphy Tribe
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4 comments:
Love the blogs, the photos and the2 videos.
Jonas
Today, you made me cry. This is just so sweet and tender.
Also, I'd be a little careful with that "face of God" stuff. Jack will take it seriously and the next thing you know he'll be sending concrete tablets with rules on them down to all of us.
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