For the first time, I am alone with my baby. Better put, I am together with my baby apart for the few minutes during the hospital stay when Papa was away hunting food for the ever hungry Mama.
Having just had some pumped milk, she lay in her play gym but had the 'I am alone. Tiramisu' look. When I picked her up, she wanted power snack. An hour now. At first she co-read Apron Anxiety with me for twenty minutes or so leaning against me in a sofa with my left hand for her head support.
Then I looked to play activities for help. Its hard to do the 'open, close them' with fingers as the baby likes to keep them closed but enjoys clapping or should I call it half-clapping. I couldnt find the puppets.
We then did some exercise together, kissing baby with push ups, squats with the baby. Her favourite is lifted up and down on my knees for an exercise beat.
I tried to engage in some colors and forms. 40 min into our 'our time' it seemed like nap is a great idea. I aided the baby with pats on the back. From my view, I thought the baby was awake looking at a flashing light. Few minutes later, I found the baby asleep.
And we forgot to count the minesweeping of diaper activities.
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