Dear Talitha,
We’ve spent half a year with you, my little love. And it’s seriously flying by.
People always say their second pregnancy seems to go faster than the first. For me, both pregnancies felt like they were nine months long. Not too long, not too short. Just nine months of growing a sweet babe each time.
But your newborn days FLEW by. I remember bringing you home from the hospital and wearing you around the house all snuggled up in a wrap, and suddenly I blinked and you are six months old. I remember at three months it started to dawn on me how fast your baby days were passing by. I was setting you in your crib for a nap, and I pondered how far we had come already. You were sleeping in your own bed, in your own room, through the whole night. You were down to nursing five times a day, taking two or three naps. You were already following the general schedule we will probably keep until you are a year old.
With Zianne, I remember the newborn days stretching on forever. I think the novelty (and pain) of first time motherhood etched those early days in my memory as if they lasted for years and not just a few weeks. I remember Zianne as newborn, but I will always remember you as a baby.
And you are the most beautiful, precious baby. You constantly give us your big, gummy grin, because teeth have yet to emerge in your baby mouth. You wake up from your naps with flushed baby cheeks. And you now pop up on your hands and knees and rock and lunge toward your baby toys. You love baby food, and you sit on dad’s lap during dinner each night and cry if the purees of squash and sweet potato don’t make it to your mouth fast enough. You sit in a baby chair in the bath and kick your little toes in the warm, sudsy water.
You are my beautiful baby girl. You perch on my hip. You love to giggle. You are ever so alert and charming. These months with you have been filled with joy, and I will look back on your baby days with fondness always.
Love,
Mama
