I really can't believe that Funky
Monkey turned 10! Where has the time gone? I can still remember being a new mom
holding this squirmy little baby in my arms and wondering how he was going to
turn out in the future. I remember sitting in the hospital room, holding my new
baby, and wondering if they really were letting me take him home. After all, I
was really worried that I would break him.
It was a big adjustment going
from living only for me (and my husband) to being responsible for this little
creature that depended on me for everything. There were many nights that I
cried with him. He was nothing like the calm, content babies in commercial ads
and movies. Funky Monkey made a statement wherever he was. He arrived with a
surprising amount of pain and a vacuum extraction. The first few months he
cried and nursed constantly, the only constants in his little life. It took me
a while to get to know his needs and act accordingly. Once I did, our lives went
much more smoothly, He still nursed all the time, but I could now recognize his
cries and what they meant. When he started crawling he eagerly explored
everything, although he was very cautious. He always needed his mommy within
the arm's reach. I didn't mind. My presence build his confidence and before I
knew it he was out exploring everything, although he never leaped before he
looked.
