My little angel baby,
I just wanted to let you know how happy your Daddy and I are that you came from heaven to join our little family. When I finally started having regular, strong contractions your Daddy started to cry because he was so happy that you were safe and finally on your way. Then, when you were born he started crying again. In the nearly 5 years that I have been married to your Daddy, I have never seen him cry like that. When you were born, I started crying too. We were just so happy that you joined us safely here on earth. Your Daddy says, "Now we have a REAL family."
You are 16 days old now and already I can see that you have grown up so much. Your legs and face are already becoming charmingly chunky. Whenever I wake you up to feed you, you stretch both arms way over your head and scrunch your face up. I love it. When you sleep you make pouty faces. You look like you are going to cry, but you never do; you drift back off to sleep. You are a messy eater. When you finish eating, you always have milk all over your face. You act like you are drunk; I guess you are in a milk induced stupor. It is adorable and funny. I love cuddling with you. You melt into my arms. You Daddy says that you are a liquid; you conform to the shape of your container (i.e. my arms). I love to cuddle you so much that sometimes when you fall asleep I will hold you until my arms and your head are covered with sweat. Then I put you down to sleep where I can watch you. I don't want to miss a single funny sleeping face. You make cute little squeaking noises; sometimes you sound like a mouse and sometimes you sound like a turkey. You always smile when you are between wakefulness and sleep. People say that babies your age don't smile--or they say it is gas, but I see you smile everyday and everyday it brings a smile to my face too. When you are just waking up, you open one eye first: sometimes your left eye and sometimes your right eye. I think you are checking things out, deciding if there is anything really worth waking up for; this is why your Daddy started calling you Winky Worm; he is always hoping for you to make this face.
When your Daddy comes home from work, he puts down his bag, gives me a kiss, and reaches for you. He says that you are like a power adapter. He gets recharged just by holding you. I have always said that his hugs do the same thing for me. You love to hang on his arm like a little monkey. If ever you are a little cranky, he lays you over his arm and you calm right down, especially if he pats your back. I love it when he rubs my back too, so I understand. He regularly takes you on tours of our apartment (you always stop by to see the mountain bikes). He plays Pictures at an Exhibition by Mussorgsky for you. His Daddy played this music for him, and he can't wait until you are old enough to look at the paintings while you listen together. Your Daddy loves to take care of you. He sometimes tells me to leave because he wants alone time with his baby girl. He is even jealous that I wake up with you in the middle of the night; he only agrees to that arrangement because he has to go to work in the mornings. He plans to wake up with you on the weekends, and insists that on the weekends he gets to sleep on the side of the bed near your crib.
Baby girl, your Daddy and I are so happy that you have come to join our family.
I hope that I can be the kind of mother that you deserve. I love you more than you can imagine.
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