Some days I miss Blue Sunday so much. Yesterday kins was just inconsolable- he gets like that sometimes. We just sit in the rocking chair that my grandma bought for my mom when I was born and sing. I sing anything that comes to mind- from rock-a-bye-baby to Going the Distance by Cake. I just need to know the opening line- I hate singing songs from the middle. One of the songs we sing is "Sweet Baby James"- Blue Sunday's song. I sang it endlessly when I was pregnant and after the loss it was what I put on to remember (as if I could forget). Kins' song is "Whenever I See Your Smiling Face" (with the change from "man like me" to "mom like me"). He prefers Sweet Baby James though (also Kodachrome- this baby has some excellent taste in music). I can't sing it to him without a twinge of sadness- I wonder what kind of baby Blue Sunday would have been- fussy like Kins? A good sleeper? Would he or she have looked like me? Kins is his daddy's clone- which is adorable- but I feel a little left out.
Speaking of Kins. He is 8 weeks old. My little baby is slipping through my hands. I already miss him being small. He's gone from his take home weight of 6 pounds 10 ounces to over 10. Some of his newborn clothes still fit but others don't. Look at the change in his take home outfit!
And here we are now... Rocking away.
No shower in days.
That handle behind Kins' head is the vacuum I haven't used in so long I won't put it in writing (but at least I brought it in from the porch.. There is hope!)
My eyebrows are a disaster.
I just saw a CHRISTMAS decoration still up.
You know what? I'm happy. I don't care about all the other stuff. Because I have this wonderful baby. He could cry for the next 6 months and it won't be a fraction of the horror that these months 2 years ago were.
Yes, I miss Blue Sunday, but my loss made this boy so much sweeter.