As we approach Liam's two month birthday, on Dec, 17, I find myself growing sentimental. (It doesn't take much these days, sometimes I think about how much I love him and it brings tears to my eyes.) I find that I am trying to hold on to all of the details of these two months as we look forward to the years ahead. I recall pacing the apartment and swaying back and forth waiting for the contractions to start. There was red raspberry leaf tea and black and blue cohosh and yoga moves to start labor. In the end, it was out of my hands. Liam was the one who started labor, when he was good and ready, and I remember my water breaking all over the nice new carpet. I was so excited and nervous I was shaking. I could hardly speak with anticipation. Sweet Liam, who came thirty hours later, was more amazing that I could have imagined. I will never forget how he looked in the first few minutes of his birth, all curled up. In the first two weeks of his life, he only opened one eye at a time. He slept so much that we asked out doctor if he was okay!
In this Christmas season, we think about the traditions that we will set and the snowmen that we will build. We know that there will be cookies and milk (soymilk, maybe?) left for Santa and stockings hung. We will follow my family's tradition of having a Santa photo taken every year.
There may be challenges, like building tricycles at 3am on Christmas Eve or trying to explain how Santa gets into an apartment (through the balcony or the vent???), but we are ready.