Claire Katherine: 16 Months

Dear Claire-

You are 16 months old today and MY GOODNESS are you a little person! The difference between now and the last note I wrote is enormous. You can really communicate with us now. Your vocabuary has grown to at least fifty words and you're adding new ones each day. As we watch you grow your personality is emerging more and more. You're goofy- you love to laugh and joke around- but you're also deepy sensitive. I think we've always known this to be true to an extent but you show it more each day. You're not terribly into cuddling but hugging is a different story. Your face lights up when you see your "dada" after school each day. You like to "help", handing me your plate when you're done with your meal, putting all your pacifiers back into your crib before we go downstairs, bringing a toy over to us when we ask for it, etc. You're getting much better about wearing your glasses in fact you really only take them off when you're tired. You're starting to love books, flipping the pages and pointing to images that are interesting to you. Walking is coming along but you aren't quite there yet. We think you're tricking us... you could definitely do it, you're just a bit cauteous and want to make sure you don't fall before you really take off. You love using your wooden walker and have figured out how to turn it when you run into a wall. You also love walking between mom and dad and being cheered on as you dive into our arms. 

We love you sweet peanut! We can't wait for Christmas and for the adventures the next few weeks bring! 

Love, Mama


Claire Katherine: One Year!!!!!!

Dear Claire

Happy birthday, my little love!!!!!! It's the first birthday you'll ever have, our first opportunity to celebrate life with YOU. The picture above is from our family session and it is so totally you. You are a person now! You have clear thoughts and feelings, and you are beginning to communicate those things with us. You continue to have a flair for the dramatic. When you laugh you laugh with all your little heart, kicking your legs and bouncing with joy... but when you're mad, oh boy, get out of the way. Not only do you make sure we know it I think the neighbors know it too! You have a set of lungs on you and you certainly use them. You are starting to communicate more directly too. You say dad, mom, dog, and cat and clearly understand many other words that we say (if we ask you where the balloon is you immediately point right at them... and we've only had them a couple of days!). Yesterday you very clearly used the sign for "hungry" when we were sitting on the couch. You also have a way to show us when you want more food or when you are done. As far as food, anything really goes. Your favorites are BERRIES. Blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries in particular. You also love cheerios, wontons, eggs, and macaroni and cheese. Other than bottles you feed yourself. Bottles are our time to cuddle although sometimes its hard for you to stay still that long. You drink your bottle like a little hamster as you climb around on the couch, on the floor, on the chair with us chasing you around. You are climbing on everything. You are all over pillows, you are all over mom and dad, you rarely sit still. You shout with delight when dad tosses you into the air but no one makes you happier than your Wilco. When you see him in the morning or when you get home from school you get the biggest smile on your face, your little legs start kicking, and you begin to giggle. You're almost beside yourself with excitement. He, on the other hand, really can't be bothered with you. I think by this time next year you'll be good friends! You aren't walking yet but you're cruising around the table and around furniture. You're beginning to let us hold your hands and help you walk but I think it will still be a little while before you're taking off on your own.  Your favorite toys are stacking blocks and other things that you can put together. You also like things that make noise and light up. While you're not a cuddler you do seem to know your mom and dad as well as a few other people. You do like to be held when you're sick and you're a fan of company in the middle of the night. You were sick or teething a lot the last couple of months so we spent a lot of the nighttime hours together. As much as those hours can be frustrating it feels so good to just sit and hold you sometimes. You aren't a baby anymore. You are a little person and those times of holding and cuddling are so limited compared to the constant need of just 12 short months ago.

My dear, Claire. Over the 12 months you have aged me 100 years, you have made me smile with a joy that can barely be contained, you have humbled me, you have made me a Mom. Each day I try to memorize the little girl that you are- the smell of your hair, the way you say dog, the shape of your button nose- because tomorrow you will wake up and be bigger, smarter, different somehow. Until the day you have a daughter of your own, you will never understand just how much I love you. Thank you for showing me that kind of love, thank you for the last 12 months, thank you for being my smart, determined, kind, sweet, and beautiful little girl. I love you so, so much.


The Missing Photo

When my daughter was born I set out, as many parents do these days, to document her first year through a monthly photo. I had the perfect spot to set her in to commemorate each passing month of our first year as a family of three. As I awaited my daughter's birth I sat in that space and anxiously awaited her arrival, full of excitement, nervousness, anticipation, and perhaps some false impressions over what the next year would bring.

The morning of September 14th I remember thinking that I needed to take her picture. I needed to place my tiny, delicate, feisty month-old Claire on that chair as I had planned for months. Minutes turned to hours and I couldn't do it. I simply could not pull myself together to walk into her bedroom and take a picture. On the morning of September 14th I was in the midst of the second week of my relatively brief yet pointed struggle with postpartum depression. I imagine I spent much of the day on the couch crying alongside my daughter who seemed to cry more than most babies and certainly more than I had anticipated. I imagine I spent much of the day wondering what I was going to do, not knowing how I was going to make it through the next hour let alone the next 18 years of life with this little person that I had brought into the world. I felt so guilty- guilty that I felt this way, guilty that I wasn't "loving every second" of my time with my new baby, that this wasn't the best time of my life that, quite the contrary, I had never been so miserable.

My month-by-month documentation of Claire's first year is incomplete because I could not bring myself to take a picture. I did write her a letter that month. It's here. But the letter doesn't have a photo. I read that letter now and I cry because I remember that low feeling. The helplessness that I hope to never experience again.

Those first eight weeks- the ones that everyone tells you to cherish- were the lowest 8 weeks of my life. In retrospect I can see logical reasons for a lot of what was happening. My little Claire is not a laid back person. My little Claire has a great big soul, a soul that is brimming with emotion and energy and intensity. During those first 8 weeks my little Claire cried a lot. She was inconsolable. I was convinced that she was in pain, that she was miserable, that I was a failure because I couldn't fix it. I had a hard time accepting help because I didn't want people to know how big of a failure I was because I couldn't even console my own baby. My husband traveled during the week so I was often without him for up to 72 hours straight, hours that I am sure were hard on him but harder on me. My little Claire didn't sleep for more than a 20 minute stretch unless she was  being held. So I didn't sleep for those first 8 weeks. We later learned that I wasn't eating enough or drinking enough water so I wasn't producing enough milk. My little baby was hungry. And my little Claire, with her great big soul, did not take being hungry lightly. When we figured that out life settled down a bit, I was able to focus on myself.

I am and will always be grateful for the friends and family that helped us in those first 8 weeks. For my sister-in-law who came over every time I called even when our house was so, so sad. For my mom who came spent weeks with me, patiently holding a sleeping or crying baby and encouraging me to take care of myself. For my girlfriends who made sure I never spent an evening alone. Who left their own babies and families to spend evenings with me, taking a turn and giving me relief when I was about to break. For my friend who had the courage to tell me that while newborns are hard, what I was experiencing was maybe a bit outside of normal. For my doctor who got me in immediately when I called for help and talked to me for a full 60 minutes- clearly staying far later than normal- about what I was experiencing, assuring me that it was normal, giving me options, and making sure that my Claire and I were going to be ok.

I'm grateful that I was able to take a two month picture, that my experience with postpartum depression only lasted with such intensity for eight weeks. I know that other people's experiences are much harder and stretch for much longer. I think about what I might do differently next time- the knowledge that a first time mom surely cannot be expected to have and how I can use that to create a different experience for myself. I think about how I can support other new moms, make their experience a bit easier, help them to know that its hard and its normal and that they're doing a great job.

In two weeks we will celebrate my Claire's first birthday and the close of our first year as parents. My monthly photo-collage will have 11 photos and I will have a happy, healthy, vibrant one-year old baby. For that I am grateful.