Sometimes, with a baby, time goes so fast it's bizarre. I'm not sure where six months just went.
Equally, it can go very slowly, like when you've run out of games to play and you think "ah, this'll be fun," play it for what seems like ages, glance at the clock and realise it lasted all of five minutes - and now you need to think of something else to do.
Sometimes though, it stands still. I hug him sometimes and say 'huuuuuuug' to him and at these times he wraps his arms round you (and possibly gets a good hard grip on your hair, slightly less endearing) and we rock back and forth and it's such a nice moment, which feels as though the two of you are in a tiny bit of nothingness, just the two of you and the huuuuuuuug.
The other moment recently was at the pool where he does swimming with water babies. This week it was my turn in the pool and I had to walk backwards along the length of the pool with him in a 'swimming' position at the end of my outstretched arms. On the teacher's command I then had to fully submerge him, let go and keep walking away backwards, which creates a current, so that they then 'swim' alone, under the water, in your wake. I did this satisfactorily and he seemed very happy with the experience (they always do, which amazes me). But afterwards I had to check with my husband, who had been watching from the side. "Did I keep walking backwards?" I asked. "I don't remember it at all, I just remember looking at him under the water."
At least I remembered to pull him back up - the teacher told me about one mother who, whilst doing this exercise, gazed as though hypnotised into the water where her baby was holding his breath. "Amazing," she said. "Look at that. Look at him just there, like that, under the water, just floating in it."
"PICK HIM UP, PICK HIM UP!" yelled the teacher.
You have to watch out for time standing still sometimes.
Equally, it can go very slowly, like when you've run out of games to play and you think "ah, this'll be fun," play it for what seems like ages, glance at the clock and realise it lasted all of five minutes - and now you need to think of something else to do.
Sometimes though, it stands still. I hug him sometimes and say 'huuuuuuug' to him and at these times he wraps his arms round you (and possibly gets a good hard grip on your hair, slightly less endearing) and we rock back and forth and it's such a nice moment, which feels as though the two of you are in a tiny bit of nothingness, just the two of you and the huuuuuuuug.
The other moment recently was at the pool where he does swimming with water babies. This week it was my turn in the pool and I had to walk backwards along the length of the pool with him in a 'swimming' position at the end of my outstretched arms. On the teacher's command I then had to fully submerge him, let go and keep walking away backwards, which creates a current, so that they then 'swim' alone, under the water, in your wake. I did this satisfactorily and he seemed very happy with the experience (they always do, which amazes me). But afterwards I had to check with my husband, who had been watching from the side. "Did I keep walking backwards?" I asked. "I don't remember it at all, I just remember looking at him under the water."
At least I remembered to pull him back up - the teacher told me about one mother who, whilst doing this exercise, gazed as though hypnotised into the water where her baby was holding his breath. "Amazing," she said. "Look at that. Look at him just there, like that, under the water, just floating in it."
"PICK HIM UP, PICK HIM UP!" yelled the teacher.
You have to watch out for time standing still sometimes.
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