Dear Emily - 1 month
Sep. 21st, 2009 03:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineDear Emily,
I can hardly believe that it's been more than a month since you were born. In fact, five weeks ago today, your daddy and grandma were at the hospital with me, waiting for you. It was more physical pain than I'd been ready for, but since you were in my arms at the end of it, I still think it was worth it.
Since then, my stitches have healed, my breasts have gotten used to feeding you, and our lives (and sleep schedules) have completely changed.
From the start, you've had your own ideas about when things should happen. We'd intended to start a family in the summer after we bought a house, but you decided you wanted to be an early Christmas present. I'd really, really, REALLY wanted to be at my little sister's wedding, but you decided you wanted to wait until your due date. We've wanted to meet friends or family for meals or get to doctor appointments on time, but you like to decide that you're OMG!STARVING 10-15 minutes before we want to walk out the door.
So far, you've met one of your aunts, five of your six grandparents, and four of your seven great-grandparents. You've also met some of our friends, who will probably end up being adoptive aunts and uncles. You charm the pants off of these people with how cute you are, then turn back into Princess Crankypants when they leave. We don't really mind, though, since there are more times when you're sweet and wonderful than times when you're angry at the world.
You are getting so much better at focusing on faces and examining the world around you. You finally noticed that there are dangly colored things on one of your bouncy chairs and the look of wonder on your face stopped your daddy and me in our tracks. Seeing the awe in your eyes when you first notice something new more than makes up for the late night fussing.
You still don't like the flashy thing, but you put up with pictures pretty well. I'd like it if I could get more shots of you smiling, but I figure we've got plenty of time for that. It's enough for now that you will smile at me and seem genuinely happy instead of just filling your diaper.
We've got a long way to go, kiddo. You're starting to figure out that you have hands and once you do, watch out! We've already started reading books to you and I keep searching the used bookstores for copies of books that I read to pieces when I was little.
I've been telling you this since you were born, but I want to make sure to say it again: your daddy and I will always be here for you. You're our wonderful little girl and we wouldn't trade you for the world. Right now, we only have a small list of things to worry about on a daily basis. Your grandparents have gleefully warned me that you'll find all sorts of new ways to drive us crazy in the next 20 years. But we love you very much, Emi. We will always, always love you.
Love,
Mommy
I can hardly believe that it's been more than a month since you were born. In fact, five weeks ago today, your daddy and grandma were at the hospital with me, waiting for you. It was more physical pain than I'd been ready for, but since you were in my arms at the end of it, I still think it was worth it.
Since then, my stitches have healed, my breasts have gotten used to feeding you, and our lives (and sleep schedules) have completely changed.
From the start, you've had your own ideas about when things should happen. We'd intended to start a family in the summer after we bought a house, but you decided you wanted to be an early Christmas present. I'd really, really, REALLY wanted to be at my little sister's wedding, but you decided you wanted to wait until your due date. We've wanted to meet friends or family for meals or get to doctor appointments on time, but you like to decide that you're OMG!STARVING 10-15 minutes before we want to walk out the door.
So far, you've met one of your aunts, five of your six grandparents, and four of your seven great-grandparents. You've also met some of our friends, who will probably end up being adoptive aunts and uncles. You charm the pants off of these people with how cute you are, then turn back into Princess Crankypants when they leave. We don't really mind, though, since there are more times when you're sweet and wonderful than times when you're angry at the world.
You are getting so much better at focusing on faces and examining the world around you. You finally noticed that there are dangly colored things on one of your bouncy chairs and the look of wonder on your face stopped your daddy and me in our tracks. Seeing the awe in your eyes when you first notice something new more than makes up for the late night fussing.
You still don't like the flashy thing, but you put up with pictures pretty well. I'd like it if I could get more shots of you smiling, but I figure we've got plenty of time for that. It's enough for now that you will smile at me and seem genuinely happy instead of just filling your diaper.
We've got a long way to go, kiddo. You're starting to figure out that you have hands and once you do, watch out! We've already started reading books to you and I keep searching the used bookstores for copies of books that I read to pieces when I was little.
I've been telling you this since you were born, but I want to make sure to say it again: your daddy and I will always be here for you. You're our wonderful little girl and we wouldn't trade you for the world. Right now, we only have a small list of things to worry about on a daily basis. Your grandparents have gleefully warned me that you'll find all sorts of new ways to drive us crazy in the next 20 years. But we love you very much, Emi. We will always, always love you.
Love,
Mommy
