My ears smiled. My heart cried.

I said the words, “i love you”, to my baby, which I often do to her.  Then her daddy heard her say it back. I didn’t hear it well. I repeated saying the words, and she answered back the words “love you” for three more times. I was happy I couldn’t cry. Then when she was drinking her milk, I said the words again. In between her sucking of the bottle’s nipple, she said “i love you” or “love you”, and she was looking at me when she said those words. Those meaningful, loving words were directed to me. My throat got dry. Tears welled in my eyes. I cried hard. I covered my face with the blanket because she was looking at me. My hubby cried as well. When I looked at the eyes of my baby, her eyes were misty, too.

I smiled and kissed her. I said sorry for the many times my temperament went wild. I told her once again that mommy’s just extremely worried because she isn’t drinking much milk. Right now, she’s having confusions over her feeding bottles. She thought the nipple of her bottle is the same as her spoon. Oh no. Had I known that feeding her with solid is just like weaning her from her milk, I shouldn’t have given her solid yet. I should have waited until she reaches her 6th month. But, glad that she ate a lot this morning after drinking green barley.

Her daddy pleaded to tell him the words, too, but to no avail. She just looked at me. She may have said early on the words “daddy, dad” but not “mommy” yet, but to be able to hear the words “i love you” is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. My sleepless nights and restlessness for barely five months now vanished instantly. I felt energized. Read the rest of this entry »

She wasn’t drinking her milk; she was hungry, yes, but, she just kept on rolling her tongue along the nipple of her feeding bottle. She rolled over on her back. She arched her body again for several times. She wanted to be alone. She doesn’t need mommy or yaya to carry her. My baby. My not-so-ordinary four-month-old baby.

My head ached, once again, for heaven’s sake. I was a bit angry. Maybe she saw the “anger” from my eyes, for, I wasn’t smiling. I was pleading her to drink her milk. I cradled her and put her on my chest. She squeezed her body away from me, crying, and red-faced, and she didn’t want to look at me. She scratched my neck with her sharp fingernails. Whapak! Ouch. I cried foul.

I talked to her, gently pulling her arms together, trying to tell her to look at mommy once again. Nada. I cried. Her yaya cried, too. What on earth did I do? What on earth should I do? My four-month-old baby is no ordinary baby. She knows when mommy is angry. She knows when she’s being “reprimanded”. I wasn’t scolding her. I was just trying to tell her to behave. She wanted to do things on her own.

Her yaya told me that she has three kids, no one was alike my baby when they were still young. She told me that her kids would just sleep, and cry when hungry. She could do all of her household chores when her babies were still young. But me? Oh, I’m lucky to use the Internet for straight 30minutes or 1 hour (I am establishing my startup company these days, and I could not just concentrate; but, well, I chose to be a hands on mommy, and a stay-at-home one. I’m not feeling sorry. I love to take good care of my baby.), then, my baby would wake up – to drink milk, to play, to arc her back, to sing, to talk, to look at the colors around her, to scratch her neck, to touch mommy’s or daddy’s face, to scratch her yaya’s neck, arms, and hands, to watch Baby Einstein video, to listen at her nursery rhymes, to listen at stories from storynory.com, to read books with mommy, to play with her interactive laptop, and, to dance. Yes. She’s now dancing – at over four months. We just discovered two days ago how she would wriggle her body and arms whenever we would tap the “press me” button of her dancing teddy bear. She is mimicking the basic dancing style! Hurrah! Read the rest of this entry »

OK. I know the title’s so intriguing, and so is my blog post.

I just lulled my baby to sleep after a few hours of being so ACTIVE. I have to capitalize the last word so as to emphasize how active my baby has become over the past few weeks. Oh yes, and the title of this blog post really says it all, in a way, my head just turned upside down.

Can you imagine a four-month old who arcs her back every now and then? And when I say, arcs, she does arc it to the point that only her feet and head touch the solid surface that she’s into – say, her bed. Golly. I’m scared to hell every time she does it. And she does it every minute, every second that she’s awake. I’m happy that she’s active. But, I am afraid that she might be hurt by what she’s doing.

Another antic that she’s ACTIVELY and HAPPILY doing is the growl-like-a-lion-thing. My Golly Wow. If only I had thought earlier on that she would follow what I would do, I shouldn’t have taught her how to growl like a LION. Read the rest of this entry »