This week I completely fell in love. You know, the motherly, I want to eat you, kiss your face off, squeeze you to death, would do anything for you kind of love.
Wyatt, Tate, and Tuck are on vacation (it's a long story), so me and Finn have had three days to ourselves. No other kids to tend to, no splitting my time. Just me, and just Finn to spend the days however we please.
For me, the bonding with the twins has come slowly. Slower than I'd hoped. Did I totally love them right when I saw them, yes. Did I feel like I knew them more and more as time in the Nicu went on, yes. But there was "something" that I can't put my finger on that was missing. I know most, if not all of it, was due to the fact that they spent the first three months of their life being taken care of someone other than me. But this week I've really felt like Finn's mom, and I've loved it. I know that I know him better than the nurses now and it feels so good.
I know that he wiggles his arms like a chicken when he's eating.
I know he's happiest and will want to flirt after he's done eating.
I know he needs time to wiggle on his back, get all his coo's out, and smile before he's ready to go down for a nap.
I know he prefers to lie on the right side of his head.
I know that if I do a certain kissy game I have a 95% chance to get a smile out of him.
I know he loves it when I'm wearing stripes
I know when he starts to stir out of his slumber that I've got about 10 seconds before he breaks out in full crying dramatics:)
I know he doesn't prefer his binkie right after he eats, but demands it all other hours of the day.
(ps- don't worry Tuck, I love you just as much)