I know this isn’t supposed to happen yet, but today, Lucy and I locked eyes for the longest time yet: about 5 seconds. I was so psyched that I started smiling. She looked at my mouth, and then did something that I would never have believed if Tessa hadn’t seen it too: she smiled back.
Now, every nurse, pediatrician, neurologist and armchair doula will tell you it’s only gas, it’s only a fart, it’s some kind of synapse misfiring, but I was goddamn there. I know what face she makes for having gas, I know the rest of her eight emotions like the back of my hand; I’ve been staring at her for a week. And nobody can tell me it wasn’t a smile.
If anybody here can prove different, I’m all ears. But GOD ALMIGHTY what a moment. That little girl’s scream can peel the varnish off furniture, but her smile has the beauty of Helen and the power of Cleopatra. What the hell am I going to do? I’m going to have to build her dollhouses made of fucking mint chocolate.
And while we’re at it, this is as good a time as any to ask: what is your one piece of practical parenting advice? We are learning quickly (and have 15 of our own to share), but the best part of our baby shower was that each attendant had to give one helpful thought on having a newborn – or, in the case of those without kids, what thing your parent did that made the world infinitely better for you.
Pound away, if you so please!