Emmie: One month
Dear Emmie,
Today you are one month old, sweet little girl! The last month has passed in kind of a blur for me, but in a good way. You have made things so easy for us that I almost feel guilty about getting enough sleep and generally feeling really good about things.
Emmie, one month old
You came into this world on your own terms last month. I was supposed to be induced, but you had other plans for your birth when my water broke 12 days early. You took your sweet time making up your mind about coming out, but once you did, it was in a hurry. I didn't even have to push -- I almost laughed you right out at one point and the nurses and doctors said it was their first birth where there was no pushing. I should have known then that you were pretty easygoing.
Even when you were inside me, there wasn't any jumping around or frantic movements, you were more the type to just stretch or give a few small kicks every now and then, so I would remember you were there. The you that exists outside the womb is just about the same.
Being a second-time mom, I am a lot more laidback with you. I know you will eat when you're hungry, so I don't obsess about your feedings. From the first day, you have gone an average of four hours between feedings. Some people think that's too long for a breastfed baby, but you are gaining weight and looking bigger every day, so I think you're just fine.
You also are a baby after our own hearts. You like your sleep and you have pretty much slept six-hour stretches overnight from the time you came home. The first couple of nights were a little frightening, as you would only sleep when you were being held. If someone had you in their arms, we wouldn't hear a peep. But try to put you down and holy screaming Batman. But after a few days we started to be able to put you down in the pack and play and we discovered you would sleep between us in our bed. You eschew the bassinette, the very nice bassinette Grandma and Grandpa bought especially for you, but we have gotten you to sleep a couple hours here and there in it, so I have hopes we can get you in there yet.
Your relationship with your big brother, Jack, is exactly how we thought it would be. We brought you home, he smiled and within two hours he had walloped you on the noggin and then set about ignoring you. But over the last month, he's gotten better with you and now he kisses you and hugs you and tries to poke you in the eye, but in the most loving way possible. But whenever he's around, in one of the three hours you are actually awake, you watch him and tend to turn your head toward the sound of his voice.
It's been strange to see all this pink in our house. It looked like a bottle of Pepto exploded in your closet for awhile, but we're getting used to all the pastels. It's been fun dressing you in your little outfits and we even put you in a dress for your brother's birthday party.
Before you were born, I had this closet full of pink things and I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact I was going to have a little girl. But here you are and I could not be more in love. You are so sweet and so pretty. I am so excited for you to start smiling, because the sleep-smiles with those dimples you have been flashing us are stunning. The real deal is going to be so cute, I can't stand it. Like your brother, you look nothing like I imagined you. Your blue eyes and blond fuzzy hair and chubby cheeks and long skinny legs are so different from how I thought you would be. I think you look like Daddy, but we'll see how things shake out over the next few years.
It's amazing to have you, our little girl, here in our family. You complete us. A matched set: two boys and two girls. When I look at your sweet face, I see the future. I see you running and skipping and squealing. I see pigtails and sundresses and hopscotch. I see flirting and dances and phone calls from boys. You have been a joy to have around this last month. It's true what they say about having a second child; your heart does expand with an equal amount of love. And mine is almost bursting from the love I have for you and your brother and your Daddy.
Love,
Mommy
Today you are one month old, sweet little girl! The last month has passed in kind of a blur for me, but in a good way. You have made things so easy for us that I almost feel guilty about getting enough sleep and generally feeling really good about things.
Emmie, one month old
You came into this world on your own terms last month. I was supposed to be induced, but you had other plans for your birth when my water broke 12 days early. You took your sweet time making up your mind about coming out, but once you did, it was in a hurry. I didn't even have to push -- I almost laughed you right out at one point and the nurses and doctors said it was their first birth where there was no pushing. I should have known then that you were pretty easygoing.
Even when you were inside me, there wasn't any jumping around or frantic movements, you were more the type to just stretch or give a few small kicks every now and then, so I would remember you were there. The you that exists outside the womb is just about the same.
Being a second-time mom, I am a lot more laidback with you. I know you will eat when you're hungry, so I don't obsess about your feedings. From the first day, you have gone an average of four hours between feedings. Some people think that's too long for a breastfed baby, but you are gaining weight and looking bigger every day, so I think you're just fine.
You also are a baby after our own hearts. You like your sleep and you have pretty much slept six-hour stretches overnight from the time you came home. The first couple of nights were a little frightening, as you would only sleep when you were being held. If someone had you in their arms, we wouldn't hear a peep. But try to put you down and holy screaming Batman. But after a few days we started to be able to put you down in the pack and play and we discovered you would sleep between us in our bed. You eschew the bassinette, the very nice bassinette Grandma and Grandpa bought especially for you, but we have gotten you to sleep a couple hours here and there in it, so I have hopes we can get you in there yet.
Your relationship with your big brother, Jack, is exactly how we thought it would be. We brought you home, he smiled and within two hours he had walloped you on the noggin and then set about ignoring you. But over the last month, he's gotten better with you and now he kisses you and hugs you and tries to poke you in the eye, but in the most loving way possible. But whenever he's around, in one of the three hours you are actually awake, you watch him and tend to turn your head toward the sound of his voice.
It's been strange to see all this pink in our house. It looked like a bottle of Pepto exploded in your closet for awhile, but we're getting used to all the pastels. It's been fun dressing you in your little outfits and we even put you in a dress for your brother's birthday party.
Before you were born, I had this closet full of pink things and I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact I was going to have a little girl. But here you are and I could not be more in love. You are so sweet and so pretty. I am so excited for you to start smiling, because the sleep-smiles with those dimples you have been flashing us are stunning. The real deal is going to be so cute, I can't stand it. Like your brother, you look nothing like I imagined you. Your blue eyes and blond fuzzy hair and chubby cheeks and long skinny legs are so different from how I thought you would be. I think you look like Daddy, but we'll see how things shake out over the next few years.
It's amazing to have you, our little girl, here in our family. You complete us. A matched set: two boys and two girls. When I look at your sweet face, I see the future. I see you running and skipping and squealing. I see pigtails and sundresses and hopscotch. I see flirting and dances and phone calls from boys. You have been a joy to have around this last month. It's true what they say about having a second child; your heart does expand with an equal amount of love. And mine is almost bursting from the love I have for you and your brother and your Daddy.
Love,
Mommy
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posted by Amy at
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2 Comments:
It cannot possibly already be a month since I gave myself a callous hitting "refresh" over and over to see if she'd arrived (or the nurses found anything remotely funny about Josh).
Happy first month, Miss Emmie!!
What a very sweet post. Happy First Month!
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