Elma Motherhood

To Elma


My darling girl,

Today you are one month old.  I alternate between being incapable of recalling our family life without you, and complete shock that it’s been that long since your speedy arrival.
At one month you’re over 2lb bigger than your birth weight and you’ve moved on from the newborn and 0-1 month baby clothes (despite my very best efforts to squeeze you into some of the really cute ones for just a little bit longer), and it looks like the next size won’t fit you for any longer than they did your sister.
You’ve had your first Christmas, your first family party, and it very much looks like you may currently have your first cold (sorry about that sweetie – consider it good preparation for the germ warfare that is nursery).
You still have blue eyes, and a mass of dark hair, so like your sister at that age and yet so much your own sweet little self.  When we eat, or when I’m tapping away at the computer, you sit beside me in your baby highchair, full of curiosity and funny faces, I’d love to know what you make of us and what you’re thinking.
As I write you’re snuggled up in a blanket beside me, arms stretched out in that deep relaxation that comes so easily to tiny babies, and when you wake up you’ll wiggle and sigh and open each eye to check whether you’ve moved, and whether Mama is still tucked up next to you.
Your Daddy adores the latest addition to ‘his girls’ and you have him wrapped around your little finger.  And as for your big sister; whenever I take you into her nursery to collect her she stands protectively by your car seat while I corral her socks and shoes, proclaiming to a few curious toddlers, “dat mine! dat mine!”, you are her baby and she wants everyone to know it.
There is a whole world out there, just waiting for you to explore it, but for now you have your Mama, your Daddy, and your Kitty, and we love you.

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  • Iota 20/01/2013 at 9:49 am

    Beautiful post, and congratulations on a beautiful baby!