“Isn’t it amazing how little you can get done with a baby around?” A farmer friend asked us. We laughed and said, “Yes!”
Some days all I do is nurse Waylon, change his diaper, and hold him. When I try to do something else, he calls for me again, and I pick him up and we bounce or dance or eat. A few days I have felt a mixture of frustration and disappointment as I feel I am not helping Edge on the farm at all, and then he reminds me again of all I’m doing, just as he did when I was pregnant. Mostly, though, I drink in these moments with Waylon, and I remember how I’d giggle as a little girl when my mother would tell me, “I blinked and you were born, then I blinked and you were 2 two, then I blinked and you were five…” How can a month have passed already? I realize that he’ll keep getting bigger, and I savor these days of rocking with him, the endless kisses on his plump little cheeks, the cooing and gurgling and humming sounds he makes as he nurses, the way he stretches his arms up like he’s superman each time he wakes.
So as the days begin and end and keep on going, I am learning that getting things done is not as important as simply being with Waylon and watching him discover the world. And though he grows each time I blink, he has slowed my pace down, and for that I am thankful.