First nightmare, first time noticing hands, first time aiming hands at mouth, first quasi-giggle, first time distinctly looking over at a sound.
First week her eyes are definitely not blue any longer: they look to be green. I wonder if this color will stick or if it’ll keep on changing towards brown. That green eye color would be from me but the look around her eyes is, I think permanently, from A.
The quasi-giggle: while I was singing along to her to a CD I just got her of one of my favorite albums from when I was little. She likes being sung to. Oh and we are in Hungary for the whole month of August, which is how I’m able to acquire all kinds of books and music for her that I loved as a child and always imagined having for my own children. Looking over at a sound: my father was trying to get her attention with a funny mouth-noise. And he succeeded. My father was able to do this in part because see above: we are in Hungary.
I expect she shan’t giggle very much again or look over at sounds consistently for some time yet. As best I can tell such things first happen as if by accident and don’t get fully connected up in the necessary parts of her brain for a while thereafter.
All of this occurred during the twelfth week of Faustina’s life. She is exactly twelve weeks old today.
And we are neck-deep in motherhood here, as you can tell. I cannot imagine how people go back to work right around this time, and I think very many do in the U.S. I doubt I’d be able to go on breastfeeding as I am now, and, apparently: most women in the U.S. don’t (nyt).
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