Sunday 18 December 2016

For my Anthony

December 18th, 2016

I'll be working on a whole other post later with an update on writing and Nanowrimo. For now I'm going to focus on one thing. A letter to my baby.

I was looking at my "On This Day" on Facebook. Two years ago yesterday, I shared a letter for my future baby. I didn't know we were going to have Anthony. We hadn't even decided to try yet. It's right here: For My Possible Baby to Be. That's what made me think of writing this post.

Anthony is seven months today, and I couldn't be happier with life with him. It actually surprises me that I haven't written a letter to him yet. I have written them in his baby books, but not a letter to the new little love of my life. 

That's what I'm going to do today.

Happy Seven Months to my Anthony. 

My Dear Anthony,

You are seven months today. You've been in our world for seven months, but you were in our lives, growing inside me for nine months before that.

You roll in all directions and wiggle to get places. You sit up - until you fall. You love your Jolly Jumper. 

You JUST got your first tooth this week, and we couldn't be more proud. I'm guessing you didn't love the experience, and it was tough watching you in pain. We survived it though with the help with many teething toys.

Something else you just started doing today is crying when we take something away from you. It's new, and I guess you'll learn that you don't need everything. Hopefully. Or you'll keep crying.

You also love to eat. I'm making most of your food. We are breast feeding, and you also love pureed foods and oatmeal. 

You've also just completed your first beginner swimming lessons. You're already a fish, and you love the water. (Some day you'll actually swim.)

You and I were lucky enough to bond for those nine months before you were born. I didn't realise how important that is. I didn't know how bonded we'd be, or how we would continue to bond, and that our love would continue to grow daily.

I loved you from the instant I found out about you. I loved you more the instant I saw you and the instant your daddy put you in my shaky arms. I have continued to fall more and more in love with you since we brought you home.

I spent most of the first month worried and scared that I was doing something wrong. I worried about decisions we made, I worried about not getting enough food to you while breastfeeding. I worried when you were sick. I worried a lot.

Slowly, I stopped worrying so much, and I started to have fun with you. I sang to you (badly), I danced with you (badly), I laughed and smiled at you. I made you laugh. 

I used to hate mornings. Getting out of bed was a chore. I wasn't ever ready to face the day, and I was never ready to go to work.

I love them now. I love waking up to you talking. I love going into your nursery and seeing you smile at me. You make my morning great. 

To be clear, coffee also helps, but the smile you give me is something I look forward to every day.

So to end this love letter to my first born, I love everything about you. I'm so lucky that things worked out, and you came into my life. 

Time is going too fast, and I can't believe it's already been seven months. I want time to slow down, but I also can't wait to see what happens next.

Love you kiddo.

Momma (Come on... you can say it!)

PS: It occurs to me that some day this letter may embarrass you.

I'm okay with that. 

And to end this, here are some relatively recent pictures of the two of us.

"Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year."

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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