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Friday, July 07, 2006

21 (One Month)

21- The age in which you can drink legally.
21- The number of minutes I've had to myself today.
21- The number of days before I have to go back to work!!

I knew once July came, I'd have to start counting down the days, but I wish they didn't have to go so fast. Full days with you, my precious daughter, are coming to an end and it is going to be a rough couple of weeks as July 31 nears.

You will be 5 weeks old tonight at 11:34pm. 5 weeks. 5 weeks ago I was on my way to bringing a life into the world. Someone to mold and shape to be the best person she can be. I only hope I'm doing everything I can to ensure you become a happy, well-rounded child and adult. Everyday I ask myself if I'm doing enough for you. Am I playing with you enough and stimulating your brain enough? Are you eating enough? Are you being held too much? Given my track record for worrying, these things are par for the way I live. I just pray that I will cherish every moment I have with you. When we tickle you, you begin stop squirming and pay attention to us, any day you'll laugh now. You can follow objects through the air and are thoroughly entertained by shadows. You can hold your own pacifier in, when you want it, and grab it and throw it when you don't. You are becoming so strong, and can hold your head up for at least a minute at a time. Mom and Dad are so proud of you.

Wednesday was your one month appointment and you had a growth spurt! You now weigh 9 lbs. and are 21 inches long. You jumped from the 10th percentile to the 50th. while this made me very happy in one sense, on the other hand my heart ached and wished you would stay little forever. You need me. You need me when you're most upset because no one else can soothe you like I can, when a bottle from Dad just won't do, when you just want to nurse for a few minutes for comfort, when only mom will do...

If there was a way to make time stop I would do it in a heartbeat.I know months will start passing much faster and before we know it, I'll be holding your hand, walking you into your preschool class.

Never stop needing me Bella.

Love,
Mommy

2 Comments:

  • At 4:35 PM, Blogger girl from florida said…

    that made me cry... it hit so close to home!

     
  • At 11:10 AM, Blogger bek said…

    they grow up entirely too fast. take each second and cherish it! she'll always, ALWAYS need you...I'm 31 years old and still want my Mom...every day. She's my best friend, just as you will be Bella's.

     

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