You my darling bird are five months old today. How have five months gone so quickly by? It seems like fleeting moments of time since your Daddy and I brought our screaming, crying red faced baby home from the hospital. It feels like years since it took me at least five minutes to get out of bed when you woke in the middle of the night, and it feels like decades since you were sticking feet in my kindneys and punching my bladder with your tiny fists, and I was wishing you out!
You are getting bigger each day. You grow stronger and learn a new skill as soon as your father and I get used to the last "new" one you learned. You are almost crawling; you're so close you can taste it. Keep trying baby, you'll get there (and get that toy I keep dangling in front of you!). Your Daddy and I are so proud of you; we look at you at night in smug satisfaction of the perfection we created.
You are so loved little one. At this point, you can not begin to comprehend what it means to be so loved by so many, and not just family but friends and usually people we've just met who have fallen in love with you. Your smile could suck anyone in; in fact, you've just about charmed your Daddy out of his credit card already. Just between me and you, sweetie, the man is head over heels in love with his baby girl; he doesn't stand a chance.
Last night you had a little of a rough night. Daddy was trying to be sweet and went to sleep on the nursery floor so that if you fussed he could get to you fast and Mommy could get some sleep.* But one time you started fussing loudly enough that it woke momma before he could get to you. I rushed to your nursery and we tried to console you. Finally we deduced that you must have been hungry (duh) and we made you about 8 ounces of milk (which you sucked down super fast), you rested your little check on my chest and snoozed. I was so tired. I wanted to go to bed so badly, but the feel of your skin on my skin is like the best drug out there. I don't know how to explain it. But this morning only minutes after you turned five months old, we got to snuggle like I'd planned for 9 and a half months.
You see Evie, mommy was sick for awhile, and didn't get to do the things I planned on doing with you. My heart hurt and it kept me from really enjoying all of the little things that were so special in the beginning. So thank you for last night's snuggles baby, they might have come five months after I planned, but as you know, they were right on time.
Your smile is brighter than the sunshine and the stars baby girl. Your Daddy and I love you more than you will ever know.
Momma & Daddy
*This is proof positive that I married a wonderful man. I pray already that you too will find someone as kind and considerate as your father is.