Three months in, and things are starting to get real good in the Hill house. Charlie makes quite the fun addition to our small clan. She's learning new tricks, and I spend all day documenting these tricks, talking about them, and then watching the videos of them after she's gone to sleep. Clearly, she is a first child.
I'm starting a Charlie fan club, in which I serve as President, VP, and Secretary. Nik can serve as Treasurer for his willingness to sponsor our adventures. There are other members, particularly older women in stores. The same women that loved the giant bump she made me sport are now gawking at her outside the womb. The most common comment an interaction with Charlie results in is, "She is so alert!" She's been that way from the start, and it contributes to her struggle to fall sleep. For the most part, I've nixed the elaborate sleep routines and just nurse her to sleep, because it is the only activity that gets her to close her eyes. Each night, as she drifts off to sleep I think, "Why wouldn't you want to nurse your child to sleep? This is so special." Followed by three middle of the night feedings, with me frantically googling how to stop nursing your child to sleep.
When we were in the trenches of the colic/allergy phase, I'd often hear Nik say, "She's a little dramatic, like her mama." Even though we've graduated from that phase, the drama has followed us. She feels all the feelings. Sometimes, we'll be listening to a song, and as the emotion in the song builds, her eyes well up with tears. By the third verse, her pouty lip will be out in full force, to be following by wimpering sobs. Other times, when on the verge of giggling she'll get overwhelmed, and go into the pouty lip routine. It's a combination of hilarious and devastating watching her lip quiver, accompanied by whiney, dramatic cries.
Charlie was blessed at three months, which is a little bit older than typical. We hadn't planned on it, but with family flying in and new cousins that were also being blessed, August was what worked. It worked out perfectly. If we had blessed her any time before nine weeks, she most likely would have screamed through the whole thing. She was alert, and calm, and pretty darn cute. I didn't think it would be a sentimental day, but as I was in the mother's room with my mom putting on her blessing dress, I couldn't help but think of my mom helping me get dressed on my wedding day. Charlie looked so sweet in all white, and when I heard Nik say her name in the blessing my heart swelled with pride. Not just for Charlie, but for this little family we've started.