Happy 2nd week my darling! What a week it has been. We are a family of three now my little one, and your dad and I have been soaking up every moment with you.
Mommy has had a hard week my sweet girl. I’ll tell you all the details some day, but the short of it is that I’ve had a bit of the blues as my hormones have kicked in and nursing has been an adjustment for me. Luckily, I have you. 🙂 You’ve kept me smiling all week. I look at you my sweet Beatrice, and you’re what gets me through. Becoming a parent has been challenging to say the least, but being your mom is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s worth all the struggles, and all I have to do is look at your face to remind myself of that. At one of my lowest points this week, your dad just turned to me and said, “Look at her.” He’s a smart one your dad. 🙂 Looking at you always makes me feel better.
I didn’t think it was possible to love you more little one, but each day your dad and I are learning more about you and finding more reasons to love you:
You smile and sometimes even laugh when you’re sleeping. I can’t believe that some day you will smile all the time! I love your little smile sweet Beatrice.
Reaching for the sunshine. You and I spend most of our days in a large loveseat in the bay window, and often when you’re napping you stretch your face toward the sunshine. It makes me smile every time.
You make your dad melt my little one. He loves you SO much, and my heart aches with love and joy when he looks at you (every time). Your dad will always be there for you.
You’re the champion of the world. When you’re just starting to wake up, you close your fists and put both arms up in the air as if to say “I’m the champion of the worlddddd.” It’s my favorite.
You prefer being on your tummy (especially if dad is holding you).
You’re a pirate, and you’ve pillaged our hearts. You make this face from time to time when you’re in between sleeping and waking, and it kills us every time.
There are a few things you hate:
1. Diaper changes
2. Clothing changes
3. Baths. This is your relieved look that it’s finally over:
Just this. The feel of your little fingers around mine. You are growing rapidly my daughter (you gained 13 ounces this week! You’re a whopping 6 pounds, 5 ounces now!), and one of the ways I see it most keenly is in your hands. They seem to be getting bigger every day.
Your sounds. You make the most amazing whirrs, and sighs, and squeaks. You’re an orchestra of noises, and they’re amazing. You get the hiccups at least twice a day, and we call them “the clicks” because they sound like loud clicking. You seem to like them. They never upset you.
You are my sunshine my little one. Your dad has started singing “You are my beanshine. My only beanshine . . .” He’s the best. So are you. How did I get so lucky?
Thanks for being my beanshine, Beatrice. You are so loved, always.