Dear sweet baby girl – today, you are three weeks old (well almost, minus about two hours.) Right now, you’re sleeping on my chest in our Moby wrap and I can’t believe such a short time ago you were in my tummy. This week has taught me a lot – I’ve finally started really falling in love with you. For the first days, you really felt like a stranger. I loved you, of course, but that was an instinctual love – this is a love of choice. Someone said having a baby is a bit like dating – only you know how it’s going to end. There’s the whole getting to know your process, the falling in love process, then the realization that there is no one in the world you’d rather be with than your baby. And we are definitely falling in love.
You know who I am now – you react to my voice and look around for me. You can’t control your smiles right now, but your face lights up when you see me (and it’s not just when I come with a bottle!) You look for your Daddy too – and there’s nothing more special in the world than watching the two of you interact. Your personality is really beginning to show through – we’re starting to get to know what you like, and don’t like. Although sometimes it seems you don’t like more things than you actually like! The current list of don’t likes: wet diapers, dirty diapers, having your diaper changed, being hungry, having your clothes changed, being woken up and being ignored. You like: your bouncy seat on vibrate, being outside, snuggling, a warm bottle, being in your car seat, and being swaddled. Your happiest time is about 7:00 a.m. – you’ve just had your morning bottle and you are super awake and so happy. We’ve started taking Daddy to work and it’s so much fun to hear you making noises in your car seat as we drive.
I turned 30 this week – I feel so old, being 30 and being a mom. A mom, me? It doesn’t seem real. Everyone wanted to know if I was doing something special for the big three-oh. And no, the most special thing of the day was just being your momma. Your big day kind of stole my thunder 🙂 but that’s okay. After all, you’re pretty much the best present ever.