You are nine months old, almost nine months. In a way you have been around for eighteen months. Some flicker of you. It is difficult for me to recall that you were very small, when you were only just born, pitifully, belovedly small. You were very small when you first came home, and for those first weeks, only a handful of kilograms. I am relieved that you are bouncy and strong.
I find it funny in a way that you are, what’s the word, determined. If you are angry, you are really angry. You are as outraged as any tiny girl can be, which is not much, but it is still something. Little yelps of anger and many drawn-out moans. Sometimes they disappear with a bit of cradling and fondling, and you just want to play or reach for something again. I usually find it funny when you sit down and cry with your eyes closed. You are very sad and there is no real reason to be. So I explain that I just want to wash my hands or check the milk. I think you are slowly starting to understand me, and I suppose my gentle voice, because you don’t seem to cry with so much anguish.
You worry me a little. Chiefly you worry me when you are coughing, puking out milk, or hot to the touch. We try to keep you cool with the fan, light clothes and a nice wet towel once in a while. Lately you have been firmly against medicine of any kind, which I can understand. It is very unpleasant to have to eat anything that you don’t really want to eat, and you have been asked to eat very many things lately.
I think you like the walks downstairs. It is usually a ten minute walk along the corridors, a ten minute sit-up, and a ten minute walk back. The sun is usually meeker around the time we go down, and sometimes it’s nice and breezy. There’s old people chatting, bicycles dinging, cars buzzing, trees stretching, balls bouncing. I think it’s much better than staying home where it’s quiet and limited, at least for now. When you’re downstairs you’re quiet, looking around intently. You like to sit up. When you’re back home you are hungry. I think that’s a good sign. Well, the mosquito problems we usually have are less problematic nowadays. I hope you’ll enjoy running around outdoors. Getting tired out there, and seeing other children play, is good for you.
I can understand why people don’t have too many children. It’s quite an ordeal. I reckon it’s eight out of ten. After you had that stomach trouble some months ago, your coughing makes you wake up at night and you also tend to puke your milk. It’s a pain, but I can accept that it’s not as bad as the past stomach trouble. We just feed you water now when you cough, and it works a charm. You like water, you little minx. Well you don’t like it poured on your head. And you don’t want it at ten at night. I learnt that the hard way, feeling quite foolish last night.
I don’t really know what toys you like for now. I think you prefer the kind that you can bite. Certainly you like to stand more than sitting with the toys. Books are sort of fun to flip, page to page. I hope you can talk soon. I call you to come over sometimes, and you don’t know, or you don’t feel the need to, I suppose. Let’s work on that.
