Milo's Hands
misty · Thu, Aug 20, 2015When I feed her, which is pretty much all I do these days, I love looking at what she does with her hands. She is so expressive with her hands.
Sometimes, they hold my breast like it’s a bottle, gripping it either with fingertips or whole, flat fingers. The other day I found scratches on my breast from her tiny, tender fingernails.
Sometimes she fans her fingers out right next to her face, as if to say “Ta-Da! I’m eating now!” Eyebrows raised to complete the effect.
My favorite, though, is the “I can’t even bear this moment” hand - fingers flat and together, hand held right over her eyes like she’s disgusted. Or held up next to her face like she’s avoiding being recognized by someone. “Oh, God - the paparazzi again?! Ugh!”
Her fingers are long and tender, and the nails are incredibly long - have been since birth. Truth: I’m afraid to file or cut them. She doesn’t scratch herself much, though.
What I love most about Milo’s hands, though, is that sometimes she lets us hold them. Sometimes she wraps them around our fingers. Cliché as it seems, it really is a good feeling to have some part of her recognize that we’re here, that she needs us. It’s the tiniest acknowledgement at such an early age that we are connected.