My beginning

I’m new at this so I hope you can forgive me if something is not perfect.

By this I don’t only mean blogging… I mean living. I’m new at living.

I’m very young. Actually, I haven’t even had my first birthday.

So I don’t talk yet. Nor do I walk, nor do I stand up. I’m not even able to sit down properly. Just so that you see how young I am, my latest achievement was being able to hold my head up! And that’s quite something. You should try having a head that weighs almost as much as the rest of the body and being able to control it. Being able to hold it still, only with the strength of the neck muscles! It’s not easy, I can assure you!

My life, up to this moment has not been easy! Actually, I’ve struggled to stay calm and not giving up. Do you think I’m overreacting? Think again!

When I was born I was completely lost. All I knew then was how to live submerse in a warm, safe and quiet liquid. And all of the sudden I had to breath and actually do something to eat. My belly began to hurt horribly. Apparently, my intestines were learning how to work and that hurts a lot!

On the other hand, in complete opposition to what I was used to in the previous 40 weeks or so, I had lots of faces looking at me! Believe me, I was afraid! On top of that, my vision was completely blurred. It was like using glasses in a sauna!

I didn’t know how to react to all these new things. So I cried! When I was not asleep, resting and being as I was in the womb, I did three things and three things only: I drank milk from my mother breasts, I pooped and I cried. That’s it.

And there were those horrible words: infantile colic. And I can’t even talk about it! It was bad!

Then, time went by and it turned out that life out here was not so bad after all. I began to see more clearly and that constant cloud in front of my eyes was gone. I understood that I could smile and people would smile back at me. Moreover, I could clearly recognize mom and dad. I could differentiate their voices, their scents and even their presence when they were around. I saw that I could actually communicate with all those persons that came to look at me. And the best way to communicate was to cry. So when I was hungry, I cried. And when my diapers were wet, I cried too. And when something hurt or when I felt lonely or whatever… I cried. And, alas, my parents began to understand what I wanted! It was great. By that time, I also began to understand what my parents wanted. I understood when they calmed me, or sang; when they said wait a minute, we’re going to change your diaper in a minute; or when mom said I’m coming to feed you… wow! It was possible to find my way in this world!

And so I became this happy baby! I continue to cry sometimes (many times, actually…), and my belly still hurts from time to time and there are dozens of things I discover everyday. Some I like others I don’t. But don’t worry. I’ll keep a record of it all. And I’ll let you know. Just “listen” to my posts…

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