Monthly Letters: Month One
Good Lord child. What can I say other than we made it through the first month! I've never had such a hard job in my life. I mean, I worked at Orange Julius for something like $6.00/hr that summer when I was 17, and this is SO much harder.
I had no idea that you could cry so much. Hours and hours of inconsolable crying. We change you, feed you, burp you, swing you, bounce you, sing to you, swaddle you, and your little lungs just take a deep breath and wail even louder. SUP with that little girl??
I came to the realization this month that I really don't know any nursery rhymes to sing to you. This has lead to some really interesting songs that I sing with gusto, in hopes distract you long enough that you'll forget what you were crying about.
I sing this "Milkshake" song when I feed you, which is incredibly embarrassing. Or this song, except instead of singing "Fergalicious" I say "She's Chunkalicious" and then I tend to mumble the rest of the song 'cause Lord only knows what Fergie is saying.
Oh and perhaps the most embarrassing of all is the German nursery rhyme that I remember from my foreign language class in high school. It is about a little chickadee that is leaving his mothers nest, and the mother is very, very upset. But little chickadee puts on his travelling hat, and he is looking GOOD (Sehr gut!) and leaves his momma anyways. I often run out of breath and nearly pass out singing that song. Those Germans can sure string together a long sentence!
You were weighed a few days ago and my little/big chunky baby is up to 10lbs 10 ounces. That means you've gained well over a pound since we brought you home at 9lbs 5 ounces. Way to eat girl! Since you are such a girthy little gal, does this mean you will start sleeping longer at night? The books say so, but what do books know.
This month was filled with a lot of emotional breakdowns. I think either myself or your dad have one every other day. You have the attitude that if you are crying, EVERYONE MUST CRY. It is cool though. We are slowly getting use to the crying and are looking forward to the time when we are only being emotionally crushed every 3 or 4 days.
While I was feeding you this morning you smiled at me, twice. Not the sleep smiles you do all the time, with your zombie eyes rolling around in your head, but REAL smiles. You looked at me, I smiled at you, I said "Good morning sweet little girl!" and you smiled. UGH. I almost cried. You see? You are toughening me up. Normally I'd blubber. After a month at the hands of Commandant Violet, I can hold myself together.
I can't wait for you to get bigger. I look forward to the day when we can cook in the kitchen together. When you can ride the pug and terrorize him with glee. When we can go to the zoo or the library and have fun together. At the same time, PLEASE CHILD, don't grow up! Stay this small forever. Or, if you do have to grow up, just let me rock you to sleep and cradle you to my chest every night, at least until you are 16, okay?