Vaike Õiglane

Cold had a grip on Europe and the temperatures were below -20 degrees Celsius for many days. Me and Ayra were coldbounded. Those freezing temperatures are a bit too cold for 1 month old baby to wonder about. Icy prison with crying baby. Fun! (Not.) I was loosing my ability to think and my lower lip is a bit swollen from all the biting I’ve done lately (yeah, I bit my lips when I get frustrated).

I was so happy this morning when the thermometer showed only -10 and even happier when it went up to -7 degrees Celsius. Finally!!! Yesh! 2 hours all to myself! Ayra does sleep so much better outside.

My smile would be hideous if I had no teeth, but this little girl’s toothless smile is the sweetest and loveliest in the world. How can that be?

What a wonderful day! Seriosly. If all the days were like today it would be easy to have a child. Thank you Ayra, thank you. I definitely needed a breather.

And on the funny side. That peaceful day was given to me on a day of the Treaty of Tartu. She knows when peace should be honoured.

Jackpot!

Today was the first day I got Ayra into a carry sling without hysterical screaming.

Yesh! Another step towards “we can make it work, just two of us”.

-23 degrees Celsius outside. Another day indoors.

… unesoe* Ayra …

* If anyone would be able to translate this word to english, I would appreciate.

PS. I should have used straight translation straight away. Hahaa :D So, “unesoe” is “sleep warm – when an individual becomes 130 degrees (Fahrenheit) to the touch while lying under blankets and sleeping”.

Last few days she is finally looking like a person of her own for me. Till now she was a “thing”.

PS. According to yesterday’s check up she is 58,7 cm tall and 5380 gr heavy.

I was stuffing inserts into FuzziBunz diapers, while Ayra was “sleeping” restlessly in another room, when I came to a realization. Is this my life for next few years? Those same diapers, same colours, same inserts, same routines …

Dear child of mine. Your wide open eyes and cheeky grin is the last thing I want to see at 1 AM. I love you too, but you know there is a purpose for this nighttime – sleep!

Today is a “2 cups of coffee morning”. How many of those will I get before this 3 months nightmare is over?