Dylan,
Today you are one month old. One. Month. How crazy is that? It seems like we just got out of the hospital a few days ago. If this is an example of how fast time is going to go I don't know what I'm going to do. I wish you could still little for a while longer so I can love on you as much as possible before you out grow cuddles and kisses. You're getting too big for your britches, already fitting into 3 months clothes and weighing over 10 lbs. Slow down, baby.
We've been through a lot of firsts: first bath, first outing, first doctor's visit, and you even got your first teeny tiny taste of ice cream due to Grandma not knowing how to calm you down while I scurried to make a bottle (let's just say it didn't help much). I'm trying to remember as much as possible, in case you ask me about it when you're older and for my own memories.
Although you don't do much besides eat, sleep, and poop there are a few milestones you've passed. You've been holding your head up since you were born, even if only for a few seconds. It's now extended into a few minutes. You're quite the strong little booger and have an outrageous grip, especially when you grab a fist full of my hair or Grandma's necklace. We have to pry your little fingers off one by one. I was looking forward to the umbilical cord falling off, which it did on February 8th (not that the date is important, but for some reason I've got it filed in my brain).
Already I'm starting to notice your likes and dislikes, but only because you let me know by shrieking and waving your arms about wildly. You hate the whole bathing process but love having your hair combed. You fight sleep until both of us are frustrated and fall asleep together. You don't mind sleeping in your crib as long as you've falling dead asleep while someone's holding you (and if we dare to lay you down before that you'll shatter our ear dreams with your cries of anger). You like your bottle a certain temperature, not to hot not to cold. You also like your momma. Sometimes Grandma can't calm you down but once I have you in my arms you're content and at ease. You have no idea how much I love you, kiddo.
We've had our ups, and we've had our downs. Both of us are still trying to figure each other out and testing the water as we go along.
Don't worry, we'll take it one toe at a time.
Love Always,
Momma
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This made me cry. I write letters to my child each month as well. I adored this post. It's crazy just how much someone can love a little child. i feel the same way about mine.
P.S. January 12th...the date my son lost his cord and circumsicison ring. lol
This is beautiful.... and he's adorable.
I keep a notebook for my son, in addition to his baby book. It's like a journal of my life since getting pregnant with him. It talks about everything I'd think he'd ever want to know about me, and himself at a young age.
Don't worry, even when they do start to grow out of the snuggle ages, they still have their moments of wanting to cuddle with mom.. my little guy does, plus.. being older they do fun things as well. Nothing like going for a walk, tossing rocks in the stream, jumping in a few puddles, and then coming home to cuddle a bit.
You'll see.. it's fantastic!!
By the way, lucky, haha.. I wish mine weighed 10 pounds at 1 month instead of at birth. In the hospital, the nurses even refered to him as "the big one"...haha.
Awww...this was beautiful and I wish I'd done something similar with my daughter...
@love_being_a_mom - I write his monthly letters in a notebook along with dates of special things and what he weighs at each doctor's appointment.
@phantomblogger30@xanga - I keep a notebook too. I almost wish my mom would have kept one for me when I was little so that I could compare my son with myself as to weights and milestones. 10 lbs. at birth, wow! The nurses referred to my son as the 'strawberry blondie' while at the hospital.
@PoetMcChick@xanga - It's not too late to start!
@kazztazz@xanga - I guess so. But if I started now she'd be like, "Mom! You didn't start writing me letters till I was one?!?!?! What-was-with-you?" I have her baby book, though, and a calendar.
Maybe it's my pregnancy hormones but I cried like a baby at this one.
I'm sure motherhood will prove to be the busiest job any woman could imagine, but I think both you and baby Dylan will appreciate it if you keep up these letters. And us future moms can get out a few tears, and get a taste of what the future holds in the meantime
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This is so beautiful, I got tears in my eyes! Thankyou for posting this, it was beautiful to read something so personal