This week we have enjoyed your continued growth. We experienced your first growth spurt last weekend- You and I spent many hours on the couch nursing and watching VH1 videos... Videos that are only shown in the wee hours of the morning. Just when I thought I had been sucked dry- the boob-a-palooza was over. Mother's day was calm and quiet, sweet and wonderful. Nothing terribly special- except for You. What better gift for mother's day than becoming a mother?
You got a clean bill of health from the doc on Monday, you have grown half and inch and regained the weight you lost in the hospital.
To our grand surprise, you have started opening your eyes and are awake for part of the day. Your father has taken to animating you and making you say naughty things... We laugh- A LOT. I know you won't remember these moments, but I hope that all of the love and laughter we are sharing make their way into your DNA.
Your sleeping habits have become mildly erratic, one night you will go 3 to 4 hours between feedings and another night you will want to eat every hour. Your father feels a bit helpless, as this is taking a toll on my sanity- but I keep reminding him that this is the price of motherhood, it is temporary, and I am glad to do it.
Often in those darkest times of night, when I feel most tired and most frustrated and I want to give up- I simply look at your gentle, innocent face and I realize how lucky I am to be your mother. In those quiet moments I appreciate the feel of your warm little body in my arms, and dream of what you will be when you are grown. Someday you will not fit so easily in my hands, and you will most probably not allow me to nuzzle my face in your neck and smell your perfect baby smell...
I am unendingly lucky.
