Four weeks ago I touched your hair, saw your eyes peering back at my own, kissed your cheeks and your beautiful lips- all for the first time. That first night together, cuddled in a hospital bed, was painfully blissful. I was mourning the loss of the intimate connection we had while you grew inside of me, but rejoicing in this new relationship taking root. You are my daughter. I am your mom. Before you were born, there was no way for me to fathom how much that would mean.
I love getting to know you. You love the songs "You Are My Sunshine" and "This Little Light of Mine." "Goodnight My Someone" from The Music Man lulls you to sleep almost without fail. Last week you giggled for the first time. Your smiles have been getting bigger and even seem to respond to my own laughter sometimes. Your eyes lock on my own as if you really see me and love me. You respond to my voice and my touch as if you trust the love I have for you. Last Sunday we went on a drive and you had a fit in your carseat. By the time we pulled over and I climbed into the backseat there were tears running down your cheeks and little sobs shaking your body, but all I had to do was pick you up and you stopped crying. You nuzzled into my neck as if you knew you were safe and now that we were physically connected again, all was right with the world. And it was.
It is already hard for me to see that you are growing- inches! lbs!- so very quickly. My little girl, you have already practically outgrown your newborn outfits and diapers! But, as of 6:11PM today, you are no longer a newborn, so I guess it is only fair for me to let you join the ranks of infant and leave the short-lived role of newborn behind. Still, I cherish our first four weeks together, getting to know one another. And I cannot articulate how much I already adore the future we will build together too- the continued discovery of who we both are and how we love each other. You are more wonderful than I could ever have imagined.
I love you, my precious, strong, beautiful baby.
Love, Mom
dear baby // 30-41:
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