At this stage we were still counting Yuval's age in days. She was born with a full head of hair, naturally dark or just still coated in vernix, making it look black and stick-straight. We wondered why she didn't look like us at all. But, more importantly, she was born with something else that was full-grown ... Nails! To protect her face from the sharpness of her fingers, and because we were told not to cut her nails during the first month of her life, we promptly covered up her hands in socks. Snug as a bug, she was, looking like a little penguin, swatting around with pastel wings. Her black, matted and sleek hair, and especially her bird like shrills, all added to the magic -- I had just given birth to a penguin. It was clear. In the warmth of July, we were still dressing her in two layers of long sleeve tops until on one warm evening, my Doula came by. Anne-Valerie took one look at our bundle and said, "Socks for hands, come on guys!?" ... She needs to discover the borders if her own body, she needs to do that with her hands. She needs to discover her face. And that's when the Hand-Sock Phase came to an abrupt end. A few scratches later, at sbout one month of age, we stopped dressing her so warmly.
Galya
Galya Flint Rosenfeld
Sock Collector Extraordinaire.
Galya
Galya Flint Rosenfeld
Sock Collector Extraordinaire.
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