Last Sunday our little family of four was out for breakfast with
friends. While we were waiting for our food to arrive, I was walking
along the pavement of the cafe trying to get Florence back to sleep in
the sling.
It was a warm summer Joburg morning and her bare little foot was
peeping out of the sling. As I was walking one of the cafe customers was
leaving and came up to me and said "I think her foot is cold, you
should cover it."
What I said:
"She is fine" and moved away from her (the audacity!)
What I wanted to say:
I created this baby. I carried her inside of me for 9 months and knew
her penchant for kicking before she was born. I've nursed this child solely on
breast milk for four months. I know that she shuffles to get
comfortable in order to get to sleep. I know that she talks more just
before she gets tired. I know when she is about to cry a few seconds
before it happens as i know recognise the imperceptible changes in her
face. I know she has a warm little body which easily gets over heated
when in the sling and that she likes to have her toes wiggling in the
fresh air. So I know for certain that her feet are not cold and that I
do not need to cover them. If however you were talking about her twin
sister just over there, I may agree. I know that Anna secretly loves a
cuddle against your chest. I know the limit to which she can remain
composed before her little bottom lip protrudes and she begins to cry. I
know that she loves falling asleep on my breast after the four I clock
feed. I know that arching her back
is comfortable for her and that she will reach for her sister when they
are placed near each other. I know the shape of her toothless, gummy
smile with my eyes closed. And I also know that she has a slightly lower
body temperature and her little toes and hands are often a little
clammy and cold. So if you were telling me to cover Anna's feet as they may be cold, I would
agree. But of course, by then her feet would already be covered.