Dear Lucia,
You are ten and a half months! I cannot believe it. I write so infrequently but life is so busy these days. I can barely keep up. You are on the move. You are doing the commando crawl - scooting on your tummy, dragging yourself by your arms. You will get the hang of crawling, I know it. You also scoot around on your butt, backwards. You are so curious, trying to climb all over me when I hold you. It seems you have all the energy and motivation in the world, you just need a bit more coordination. Before we know it you will be fully mobile and there will be absolutely no stopping you. You love to stand and play at your music table. You dance along to the music. You are so happy, so silly.
You do protest at mealtimes. You want to feed yourself, and every day we try new things. Your appetite isn't so great, as your top teeth slooooowly cut through. My poor baby. You scream and fuss and get so frantic. I know it is those teeth. I try everything - cold teethers, orajel, tylenol, etc and nothing helps you. You just want to be held. And I will hold you all day as long as I can. Poor baby.
I am planning your birthday party, and I am overjoyed that you are already turning one. A whole year ago since your scary beginning turned into a glorious homecoming. I am working on a letter to Dr. Ramos and to your doctors at CHOP. I want them to see the beautiful little girl you have become. You are so happy, smiling, easygoing. You are beautiful. Unless your teeth are bugging you, you don't fuss. You don't complain. You have so much to say. Your baby babble is the cutest thing in the world. I love you, Lucia.
Love, Mama
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
July 8, 2011
Dear Lucia,
You are almost 10 months old!! I can't believe it. We are already planning your birthday party, which completely blows my mind. A whole year of Lucia, and I almost didn't get to have these memories. I get teary eyed thinking of it. Last year this time, I was pregnant, it was brutally hot summer, and I was excited. I was scared. I was nervous. I learned that you were breech and I'd need to have a csection. Despite all odds, though, you were doing just fine. I saw you every week on the ultrasound. You were so obviously a beautiful, pouty girl. Last night when I was rocking you to sleep, I looked at your smiling, sleeping face, and you looked just like that same baby. After all we've been through, your face is the one I saw all that time. It's surreal. When we snuggle at night, like that, it's the most calming moment of my day. I hate days where I only get that hour before bedtime with you ALL day, but I savor it. I miss you and I know you miss me, and we both need those cuddles in the rocking chair with music and your bottle. It's how I imagined I'd breastfeed you, had I been able to. I'm still sad that I couldn't, and as you get older, I realize that, and I have to mourn it. I am proud I've worked so hard pumping for you, but when I sit there and reflect on being pregnant, and of all the dreams I'd had, that was one. Nothing went as planned. Nothing. That being said, nothing could have prepared me for how happy you'd make me, how much I'd love you. I was so nervous about how I would adjust - would it be difficult, the selfish part of me who's become accustomed to focusing on myself and Daddy was worried about how I'd manage it all, how I could work all day and find time to do everything. It's hard most days. It's challenging. I'm more tired than I've ever been on a consistent basis, but I'm also happier. My life has so much more meaning, because every single thing I do I think about you and how it affects you. Your strength inspires me, Lucia. When I see you doing things that I was afraid you wouldn't do, I cry. You're so happy, so lovable, so perfect.
I'm so glad it's already Friday, glad for the short week, can't wait to go home and snuggle you tonight.
I love you,
Mama
PS - i LOVE that you've actually been saying "mama" a LOT lately. :) It melts my heart every single time.
You are almost 10 months old!! I can't believe it. We are already planning your birthday party, which completely blows my mind. A whole year of Lucia, and I almost didn't get to have these memories. I get teary eyed thinking of it. Last year this time, I was pregnant, it was brutally hot summer, and I was excited. I was scared. I was nervous. I learned that you were breech and I'd need to have a csection. Despite all odds, though, you were doing just fine. I saw you every week on the ultrasound. You were so obviously a beautiful, pouty girl. Last night when I was rocking you to sleep, I looked at your smiling, sleeping face, and you looked just like that same baby. After all we've been through, your face is the one I saw all that time. It's surreal. When we snuggle at night, like that, it's the most calming moment of my day. I hate days where I only get that hour before bedtime with you ALL day, but I savor it. I miss you and I know you miss me, and we both need those cuddles in the rocking chair with music and your bottle. It's how I imagined I'd breastfeed you, had I been able to. I'm still sad that I couldn't, and as you get older, I realize that, and I have to mourn it. I am proud I've worked so hard pumping for you, but when I sit there and reflect on being pregnant, and of all the dreams I'd had, that was one. Nothing went as planned. Nothing. That being said, nothing could have prepared me for how happy you'd make me, how much I'd love you. I was so nervous about how I would adjust - would it be difficult, the selfish part of me who's become accustomed to focusing on myself and Daddy was worried about how I'd manage it all, how I could work all day and find time to do everything. It's hard most days. It's challenging. I'm more tired than I've ever been on a consistent basis, but I'm also happier. My life has so much more meaning, because every single thing I do I think about you and how it affects you. Your strength inspires me, Lucia. When I see you doing things that I was afraid you wouldn't do, I cry. You're so happy, so lovable, so perfect.
I'm so glad it's already Friday, glad for the short week, can't wait to go home and snuggle you tonight.
I love you,
Mama
PS - i LOVE that you've actually been saying "mama" a LOT lately. :) It melts my heart every single time.
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