Dear Baby Girl,
Today you are one month old and although the month seems to have flown by, it certainly didn’t do so in the same manner as it did when I had your brother. So far with you I am getting more sleep. I am not as worried about every.little.thing I am doing as a mom, or hovering over your dad like a crazy helicopter pilot- I trust us both a lot more in our abilities to ‘do this’. Don’t get me wrong, we have had our rookie moments; the blow out diapers with only a short sleeve onsie to change into- when a winter jacket would surely be more appropriate, getting peed on mid diaper change, forgetting just how much of a bobble head a new born really is. Yep, definitely those moments. But I feel so much more at ease this go around.
You have already gained weight and grown. It is so amazing how fast babies change and you are no exception. Your body is filling out and so are your sweet little cheeks. We have some clothes that don’t fit already and I am mixed with excitement and sadness as I fold those away into the bin for whoever will use them next.
Speaking of clothes, I am getting used to all the pink and purple that has taken over the house since you have arrived. I have been trying to mix up some of the clothes from your brother’s early days (read blue, greenand brown) just so I am not in such shock, but really it is pretty darn cute to see a one month old in a dress (sort of amusing more than anything!) I am reminded of how much time I actually spend sitting on the couch nursing and just staring at this little creature in my arms. Wondering just who you will be, what surprises you will bring and what the laughter will sound like thru the house once you and your brother are a little bit older.
I am in love with your belly button that looks like a perfect little grin, with your long-long-long fingers and toes and that you already have eyelashes like your big brother’s (I was going to feel really bad if you didn’t get those too, really bad). While you nurse you squeak like a hamster’s wheel and can toot louder than most grown men. You get the hic-ups at least once a day and make some of the best faces while you sleep and dream.
I am still in disbelieve that I have a little girl. I was hoping for a girl, but didn’t want to get my hopes stuck on anything so I told myself that I was going to have two, crazy boys to keep me on my toes. But here you are, a girl and your daddy and I couldn’t be more in love.
We are so glad you are here and are so excited to watch you grow!