Eleanor Hope Salinas has arrived. Slightly ahead of schedule, a little bit teeny, absolutely perfect. She was born early in the afternoon on February 23rd, weighing 6 pounds and 13 ounces. She has the exact same jet black matte of hair that her brother did upon his arrival.
The first month with her has been a whirlwind. Two kids are a challenge. Life in general over here has been an even bigger one. But she is a tough girl and she has done amazingly to roll with all of it.
Eleanor is a great sleeper, she totally ignores her brothers loud, but admiring, cries to her. “HI BABY SISSY! HI! HI! WHAT YOU DOING BABY SISSY?!”. She could care less about the incessant bike horn beeping or constant crashing noises or quick paced toddler stomping around the hardwoods. She’s amazing when she’s cuddled close to me in her carrier. She curls up even tinier and lays her head down and is completely content. Whether we are hustling through the grocery store for yet another round of milk and applesauce or out in the bright sunshine watching Ike play outside or at the park.
Ike and I struggled with a breastfeeding relationship from day 1. We figured it out, through a mix of shear will, pain, and many many tears; but it took a long time. And looking back, I don’t think we ever had it completely figured out, we powered through, but it was a tough 15 months for the whole family. Eleanor on the other hand, latched expertly the very first time and has not looked back since. Sure there was some pain and some soreness for the first few weeks. Sure we had to wait an exceedingly long time for the real milk to start flowing (SIX DAYS of Colostrum!). But we are in a groove and that is how I know, Ike and I never got it quite right. This is the breastfeeding relationship that those happy people talk about, this is actually something I enjoy. Not something I pretended to like so as not to be judged by the hippies and granola moms. This is not something that requires powering through.
She has a bit of a temper though, and she absolutely HATES being naked. This includes changing clothes, changing diapers, and baths. All give her a glow of fire red anger and wild eyes and screams of utter torture.
It’s all soon forgotten though, as soon as that teeny tiny newborn sleeper is buttoned securely and she is safely back in loving arms. She forgives me every time, although her bright gray eyes (for now?) still look pleadingly at me as if to say “please oh PLEASE never do that again mommy!”.
If we had a chance to create the perfect little person to add to our family, to choose every trait and aspect of her, she would beat all those qualities without even trying. She is the best daughter, little sister, and grand-daughter anyone could ask for.