Sunday, August 31, 2014
Before Liam was born I made six burp cloths (blogged here) and thought that six was enough. My thinking was that I'd use one everyday and then wash it at the end of the week. What a novice mistake! Currently we go through two or three a day depending on the amount of spit up!
So while my sister was here... two weeks after Liam was born and I felt up to sitting at my machine... I cut out a dozen pieces of chenille and terri cloth and fabric from my stash for more burp cloths. Yesterday I finally finished them. They are now washed and ready for use. I can't describe the peace that has come knowing that I have a larger stash of these very practical items.
Whenever I reach for one... knowing that I made something with my hands to help clean and comfort my child... it is such a complete feeling. A whole feeling.
The chenille is far my favorite fabric to use for the backing. It is so soft and Liam likes cuddling with it while he falls asleep after he eats. Oh my beautiful baby boy... you grow moment by moment. It's going so fast... I can barely catch my breath. Thank you for bringing such joy to my life.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Everyone said get as much sleep as you can before the baby is born. I wish sleep was like a savings account - where you could store it up and then withdraw from it's energy stores as needed - but alas it is not. So Liam and I continue to get snatches of sleep - an hour here and an hour there. But those moments when he is awake and he looks at me with a pucker to his mouth... or that rare occasion when he smiles... it still takes my breath away. And through the sleep deprivation I feel a settle in my core that continues to remind me that I am so so blessed.
Baby Liam - you are so loved.
Friday, August 22, 2014
If I could have foreseen how important all other sewing other than burp cloths would have been - I would have spent months sewing stacks of these things! Silly me, when I made them I thought that six would be enough. More like sixty are needed! In my basket I have twelve more burp cloths backed in chenille and terry cloth that are waiting top stitching... Sigh... soon. Hopefully soon.
So... when you had your first child did you clean all of their toys? I went a bit crazy and cleaned every book and washed every toy that Ross brought home. It took my sister and I going at it for thee days. I'm trying to tell myself it's because these things came from the school where there is a high traffic of contact and germs... not because I suffer from it's my first baby I'm going to make sure everything is clean syndrome. Obviously not. =) I do feel better that when Liam is ready to play with these things, they have been cleaned though!
And here is a shot of Liam at two weeks old. He's so tiny. He can fit under his burp cloth. He seems to change every day though... a new alertness to his eyes... a change in the shape of his cheeks... his hair getting longer... sigh... it goes by so fast and I long to hold on to each and every moment. Do you know how much you are loved little one? Or how much joy you bring to my heart? Hold my hand and never let go...
Saturday, August 16, 2014
My beautiful older sister was here for three whole weeks as we waited for the baby to arrive. It was a perfect three weeks and I still get teary when I think about how much I miss her. (She left yesterday and my heart is still sore) The above picture is the Saturday right before my due date. Ross and I took my sister and my niece up the mountain to check out the Farmers markets. We stocked up on breads, jams, veggies, and fruits so we would have everything we would need to wait for the arrival of baby Liam to come.
Waiting for her when she got here from San Diego was her long awaited quilt. She has been so patient in waiting for this. This was a
birthday graduation thank you for coming and helping us with the baby quilt. I finished a quick label the day before we went to go and pick her and my niece up from the airport.
The fabric for the front is mostly from the Posy line by Aneela Hoey with a few kona solids and low volume color prints from my local quilting shop. The smaller hexagons were hand appliquéd on... and the cutters and pattern were from Bonnie of Bee in my bonnet .
My sister's favorite color is green so I tried to incorporate as much green as I possibly could. Overall I am really pleased with how this quilt turned out. =) You can read more about the making of this quilt in previous blog posts here, here, here, here, and here.
Look who I got!! Liam... remember how auntie smells like cinnamon rolls and sunshine, ok? Remember that we like to cuddle and sing songs together. Ask your mom to show you pictures of me everyday so you don't forget me. I love you, little boy. — feeling emotional.
It makes me very emotional when I think about baby Liam growing up so far from a family that I am so close with and love. We are only able to make it out to San Diego once a year during the summer... but the family has visits lined up for Hawaii so that makes me happy. I plan on trying to keep up with them by Skype so that Liam can see their faces and hear their voices. The Creative Memory scrapbook supplies will also need to come out of storage so that I can work on picture projects for both Liam and my family.
Do you have loved ones far away? If so... how do you make them feel close to you and your family?
Liam Lanakila Pagat came into our lives on August 3rd 2014. A perfect baby boy weighing in at 7 pounds and four ounces and stretching out to be 18.5 inches. He is perfect in every way. I never believed in love at first sight until I met him.
As I write this he is a day shy of being two weeks old and he has turned our lives into something of a dream. Every day he seems to change before my eyes. From his face filing out a little more... to his mouth becoming more expressive... to his eyes taking on more moments of alertness. He is such a joy and has filled our cup over and over.
Motherhood isn't what I thought it would be. It is so much sweeter... and painful... and joyful than I could have anticipated. I didn't realize the self doubt that would come with the joy. The thoughts of "am I doing this right? Is this ok?" constantly plague my mind. But the advice from my sister, "don't think... just do" plays over and over in my mind as a mantra. She had advised me that motherhood was full of guilt. I just didn't understand what she meant until now. But even when I think I might not be doing something right and I'm crying with a broken heart about it... Liam still cuddles close to my heart... he still snuggles with me like he knows me best in his whole world... and the pain and the guilt all sort of balance with the melting and the love.
Motherhood... it's a crazy kind of love isn't it.