Silas was just over three months-old when I cast on this blanket. The pattern had been chosen and the yarn purchased months before when he was still in utero. I love knitting cables and I liked the wordplay of this cable blanket for my little Cable. I'm corny like that. I didn't know he was a boy when I chose blue. Blue is his papa's favorite color and it just looked so soft and perfect for a baby. There are at least a full two repeats of the pattern that I knit incorrectly -- almost half the blanket, really. I was nestled into my nursing nest on the couch during those rows, trying to knit without disturbing the (finally!) sleeping baby I was just getting to know. My mind was elsewhere. The weight of my new role as a mama and this tiny little person who depended on my completely. I was unable to keep much in my mind, least of all counting stitches.
He's too big to swaddle in it, like I had envisioned. But the texture of the fabric is perfect for his searching hands that need to open and close around something as he falls asleep in my arms. The tiniest of pinches. I'm glad to have them on something (anything!) other than my skin. I hope that it will become a source of comfort for him, a refuge, as my own childhood blanket was for me. My little bug.
Linking up with Ginny over at Small Things.