Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Perhaps if I drug her

My baby doesn't like to snuggle. She doesn't like being held, really. Very independent. Just plop her on the floor with lots and lots of toys within reach and she's happy for a good hour. Everyone says I'm lucky. I think it sucks.

While pregnant, I had fluffy, pink dreams of wasting rainy day afternoons curled up on the couch with my beautiful baby. We would wrap ourselves in a yummy blanket and I would read to her from Shel Silverstein's collection of odd poetry.

Well, it looks like I will have to drug her to get that fantasy. I've tried, but do you know how hard it is to snuggle with a little person arching her back and screaming like a banshee? It's a little difficult. And, since my emotions are starting their rollercoaster of fun, I'm trying hard and waxing nostalgic for a baby I never had.

Then, yesterday it happened. My friend, her 2-year-old niece, my banshee, and I were at the local Starbucks drinking lattes (the adults, not the children. Come on I'm not a monster), when suddenly, she lay her head on my shoulder and hung on to my shirt with her tiny hands. I cried. Yes, tears actually came to my eyes at such a wonderful moment. She then promptly fell asleep. Ah, I thought to myself, so when she's tired, she will cuddle. I filed this away in the part of my brain that doesn't forget things (this is in a far, dark, dreary corner).

So, lesson of the day is: skip a babies nap and they will comply with your cuddle demands.

3 comments:

Toni said...

My daughter was the same way. But they go through stages...some days she's all over me...and others...doesn't want anything to do with me. I guess it's Nature's way of preparing us for when they get older and become teenagers. Can't wait for that one - can you?

Linda said...

I must file that no nap note as well. It must have something to do with March babies. Alyssa has never laid her head on my shoulders yet. Although, she doesn't mind being held, she isn't extemely affectionate. If I try to lay her in my lap she spends the whole time trying to pick herself up. (She is too worried about what might happen if she puts her head down for 5 seconds).

Anonymous said...

My son was like that, too. For a while, whenever he wanted to be held, I'd feel his forehead and -- guess what-- he'd have a fever.

Now as a 3 1/2 year old, he'll sit on my lap to be read to or to watch tv. So there's still hope.

Elizabeth
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