This entire post is inspired by the blog Dooce.com. The writer of that blog, Heather Armstrong, writes monthly newsletters to her 2 year old daughter. These monthly newsletters were so inspiring to me throughout my pregnancy and this first month, so I’ve decided to write monthly letters to my little bean. Hopefully, when she has the ability to search the Internet (and looking at her father, this may be in a year or two) she can read these posts and see how much she is loved and how fantastic she is. Also, she may find her mother is a bit of a pottymouth, which should be endearing.
Dear Lucy,
Today you turn one month old. I cannot freaking believe it! We made it through ONE WHOLE MONTH without any major injuries. It just seems insane to me that you are my child. Every day I wake up wondering when the government is going to come pick you up and take you away, as I obviously can’t handle the responsibility of being a mother. But they never do, so I must be doing OK.
This month has been full of new experiences for us. The first time you looked at me and actually saw me, instead of just seeing a big blur, was the most life changing moment. Your eyes locked with mine and you held my gaze with your big blue eyes. You had a look on your face like “Ah, so this is the woman I’ve heard so much about. I thought you’d be taller in real life.”
You’ve been through alot this month. First, of course, being born, which was traumatic for us all. But in the end, it was wonderful. You’ve finally stopped only sleeping on things with heartbeats and sleeping in your crib or bassinet. Granted, you’ve got to be wrapped up like a burrito and placed in a baby positioning thing, but at least you’re sleeping. Once you started sleeping more normally, you also started smiling more regularly. You’ve got quite a grin on you, kid. We are in so much trouble.
I can’t wait to see what the next months and years will bring. Hopefully, more sleep for both of us and no prison terms. I want to make it perfectly clear early on that if you get arrested EVER (hopefully not for a few more years yet) you will be spending the night in jail and/or paying your own legal fees with your babysitting money. Understood?!
Lucy, I love you more than I ever thought I could love anything. You’ve changed my life in ways I never imagined possible. You made me a mother. Something I wasn’t sure I would be able to handle, but it’s so natural with you. Lulu, you are the greatest thing in the world, and I’m going to make sure that every day you know that.
Love, Mama
