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Evolution of an Orclette

From thought to reality, apparently once was all it took.

Nine months growing, move to another city, one car between three adults. She sits in their apartment all day, wishing she could turn back time or give it up to another couple who would actually want this child, and occasionally, if she would admit it, getting rather excited about the whole thing.

24 hours labor, blessed epidural, best ice cream ever. Realization that hospitals have no privacy. Parents come, she lets everyone hold the baby. She is too tired to do anything else. To much fanfare she is escorted home, where she lets uncle and grandparents and husband hold the baby. Grandparents leave, she relies upon husband to tell her what to do, to help her walk, to fetch her food. Husband has to return to work, she is left with the baby. Reality sets in, she is alone, she does not know how to do this. Baby cries, she cries.

For the first 3 months, she and baby tolerate one another. She wakes up early to have baby-free time, baby and dad get up, dad leaves for work and an hour-long commute, she turns on VH1 and her favorite morning shows and makes sure the closed captioning is on so she can tell what's going on even while baby is crying. She works on the weekends and views it as her savior, those 8 hours of retail. She looks forward to dad's return to she can have a few moments of blessed baby-free time, and possibly eat a bowl of cereal.

From 3 to 6 months, she is beginning to think she might come to like this little person. Move back to town where dad works, start having lunch with him. Mood of both her and baby improves. Baby starts crawling, shares her first smile. Still likes her work, but begins to look forward to returning to baby. Looks forward to having dad home so she can tell him what she did that day, and do one of those instant family meal things.

From 6 to 9 months, she realizes that she's getting the hang of this baby thing. She can go almost anywhere and drives husband and brother to work each day so she can have her car. Baby starts walking and a whole new area of hurts, potential pitfalls, and worries is opened. Leaves baby with cousin, go to a movie, worry about baby the entire time. Contemplates quitting her job to spend more time with baby and dad. Looks forward to dad coming home so she can quickly do a scan of the AH and do her flipping, maybe do pasta for dinner.

10 months. She has switched her job schedule around so she can spend Saturdays with baby and dad, and had a blast actually doing so. She and dad go to a movie, she doesn't think about the baby at all, but has a smile on her face and eager arms when she sees her baby again. Baby is fully locomoted and very pleased with herself. She looks forward to dad coming home so she can try that Vodka Cream Pasta thing from Rachel Ray that she had been looking at.

This Sunday. She and baby spent the first part of the morning cuddling, watching the morning unfold. She and baby are content and very happy with each other, and she realizes that she is looking forward to the years ahead.

And thus is the evolution of an orclette.

Comments

Ratshag said…
The years ahead's gonna be a great adventure. Wishing you and Dammer the best of funs with all of it.
Anonymous said…
You've come a long way with her honey, and you'll go a lot further too! The next year is probably gonna be the most fun you've ever had with seeing Orclette grow into a big girl! :)
Joel said…
Good luck with her! It's amazing how maddening and fulfilling raising kids can be.

From the sound of your story, this http://www.ironycentral.com/babymain.html may amuse you.

All the best
Anonymous said…
I was told the reason a baby doesn’t remember their first year is so they don’t remember a time their parents didn’t know everything. So when they become teenagers and they tell you “You don’t know anything.” You will know the difference between then and now. You are doing great and congrats on this first year.

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