Letter to a 2 month old

Dear pari

It has already been two months. You are past the 8 week mark. Although these 8 weeks went painfully slow with our struggles with breastfeeding, and your unexplained fussiness in the evenings, they were the most precious weeks of my life. Motherhood tested my mental and physical strengths pushing me to the extremes but, luckily, both of us did okay. You are doing well. Growing. Happily. And I could not ask for more. Even if there is a part of me that already misses the tininess that you were. It still wants you to fit into your newborn clothes that you outgrew at around the one month mark. It wants you to fit comfortably into the nook of my arm with your body curled up fitting the length of my forearm. … Too bad, the rest of me wants you to get bigger as you should and we are glad that is the case.

Today, at your 8 week milestone (Aug 5), you rolled over from your tummy to back. You’ve never done that before when you have your tummy-time. Earlier, you’d just cry with frustration when you’d had enough. Today, you figured out that you could just roll over to your back yourself and don’t need to cry for someone else to flip you over. And there you were, flipping to your back over and over again each time mommy put you back on your tummy. Sigh. Rebellion already. Also, you chuckled in your sleep two nights in a row yesterday and the night before. I am sure chuckles are to follow the smiles that you are generously blessing us with already. They’ve been coming since mid July but it’s only now that I am beginning to feel that they are more recognition and less instinct. Like the one you gave me today after your bedtime feed. Aw bless! It was a first but enough to make weeks of breastfeeding pain totally worth it!! :)

It is now 5 AM. I was up to feed you at 4 … and then couldn’t go back to sleep. So here I am writing you but feeling sleepy now. So off I go to sleep but not before staring at you for a good few minutes as you lie besides me in bed. You might be growing out of your clothes everyday (it seems) but you are still my little girl. I cannot wait to grow with you, my darling. You already have a personality that does not ask for much but is very clear about her needs, and won’t settle until her needs are met. I absolutely love it. Oh, and the constant boredom that you seem to have inherited from your mother. We – your mother, father and grandmother – have to constantly think of new ways to keep you entertained lest you give us your bored look before letting out a frustrated cry. And hey, what’s with you clinging to your mother? Other people who your mother trusts you with care about you just as much as she does. You must give them a chance, and your mother a break. Hmm break … talking of which, I should sleep.

Here you are, lying besides me, a big girl of two months … I want to pick you up, cuddle you, kiss you, and put you back until next time … but that’d just mean an hour of having to rock you back to sleep. So I’d just let you sleep and watch you from rite here … a few inches away. Aww you are as beautiful as you were the day you were born.

Happy 2nd month, my gorgeous little angel. I love you more than I love your father even, and that’s saying a lot. :) *kissesssss* I wanna eat you!!!! :D

Yours

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