It’s been a hot minute since I’ve updated y’all about our adoption of GiGi. As you can imagine, life has been pretty busy since we’ve been home. But it’s been good. Really good.
Genevieve is a sweet, sweet baby. As long as she has enough to eat. Seriously, the only time she fusses is when she’s hungry. Otherwise, she sleeps and eats on schedule. She was sleeping 11 hours overnight in her 7th week and hasn’t missed a full night’s sleep since. We are lucky parents!
I stayed home with GiGi for roughly the first 2 months. I thought I’d be able to get more “work” done, but the precious 1.5 hours in between her feedings didn’t seem like very long to get organized, dig into a project, and then finish it before she woke up. Oh well, thankfully my boss understood the situation and gave me a little grace.
It was a very sweet time together, and definitely something I pray every mother gets to experience. An extended and uninterrupted time with your newborn is so rewarding.
During this time, we got to know each other. Since she didn’t grow in my belly, she learned the sound of my voice and my smell and what it felt like to be in my arms. She learned that she was home. She was safe. And she was dearly loved.
IS. She IS home. IS safe. And IS dearly loved.
She loves getting into the pool with daddy – and she sleeps like a champ after her “swim”. Daddy is smitten with her, as you can imagine. He is going to be one protective Papa. He is also learning how to “listen” to Genevieve and what she needs. It’s not always easy – for either of us (“why can’t this kid TELL US what she wants?!”) but it has been an adventure deciphering her code.
And our marriage? Whomever plans on having a kid “because their marriage is on the rocks” is crazy. Adding a newborn to the mix of two imperfect people is a strain. Period. Brian & I have been together for a decade and have a solid marriage, (mostly) good communication and a healthy respect for each other. But this little addition has challenged our patience with each other more than I imagined it would have. We’ve made it past the initial shock and have re-aligned our communication and expectations, but it was an interesting first 60 days.
This sweet girl is up for anything! We have been out to lunch, dinner, a family pool party, down to Austin and back, to Mommy’s design studio, and to Brian’s company party (at an old school arcade!). And through it all, she just hangs out with us. A friend described her as “chill” and I think this is pretty true.
Her wake up stretches are the stuff dreams are made of. She makes little squeaky “squirrel” noises and stretches for a good 2 minutes when she is first awoken. She will stretch for 5 full minutes when we let her. She may grow up to be a yoga instructor. Ha ha.
This sweet girl is a fat and happy baby! She weighed in at 14.15 lbs at her 2 month check up. Y’all. I didn’t realize how big she is until I saw another baby and asked how old they were. And they were 3+ months and only weighed 9 pounds!
GiGi was holding her head up at about 8 weeks, although it was a little tenuous. Now, I have to coax her to tilt it back so I can clean under her multiple chins.
I think if you were to ask me what my favorite part of motherhood is so far, it’s her tooth-less smile and giggle when she recognizes me. I haven’t had that huge “heart explosion” that I expected, but I’m not worried. We are bonded. This baby may not have my DNA, but she is my daughter.
I was asked if I feel guilty for working and the answer is NO. I haven’t felt like I’m a “bad mom” because I still work. Instead, I feel blessed that I have the privilege to be able to do both. I have given myself “permission” to come and go from home and the studio as I please. No longer do I chain myself to my desk in order to have face time with my team. They know I’m here for them, it just may be over the phone instead of in person sometimes. And if GiGi is needing a little extra love in the morning, I take my time and snuggle with her before heading into work. Time clock be damned.
I’m 48 years old and that’s way too old for drama – or for questioning myself. I finally know who I am and how I want to raise a child. How I want to be a wife AND a mom AND a business owner AND a friend. And I’m doing my life my way.
This life looks a lot different than what I imagined when I was younger. But I’ve always been a late bloomer. And now I’m definitely grateful for that.