I think I’ve described brushing Aria’s hair before, but I just did it again and it felt new. We just went through an epic diaper change: poop + poop during change + pee during change + change of clothes after diaper change (which goes in two parts, surprisingly — clothes off, clothes on).
I had to cheer her at the end. She was hungry and needed to be wiped down before she could feed. So dad is wiping her with a washcloth and I’m whispering encouragement and she’s kicking her legs like she’s crawling. Then all of the sudden we were done and I was feeding her in my chair. She never cried during the whole thing, but my heart was pounding. I asked my husband for a hairbrush and just started brushing.
I felt such joy. Relief. Happiness.
I love brushing my daughter’s hair.
Now that’s something new to write home about!
P.S. I can see Aria’s neck while she feeds now. That’s new!