New baby girl,
You have a name, but we’re not sharing it with the world yet, so for the purpose of this letter, you’re just going to be our new baby.
This pregnancy has truly been beautiful, yet the beginning and end have been tough. It started out with nausea so bad I was worried I was starting to neglect your sister and leave the TV to babysit her. You caused me to hate chicken, spinach, and a myriad of other things. I instantly worried about what I had gotten myself into.
Then we saw you on an ultrasound at just 10 weeks and our world changed. You were real; moving inside me, already developing a little nose and mouth. My sick woes quickly dissipated knowing I was creating a beautiful life to make us a family of four.
Then, the second trimester hit. You were an absolute breeze. I packed and prepared for our big move, I took long walks, I was outside everyday playing with your sister. At times, I felt guilty to not think about you every second, but I know in my heart, you are right there experiencing everything with us.
You are much more active than your sister, hence me naming you my “Tiny Dancer.” For some reason, I have a very strong feeling you may be my artsy child, and for that, I can’t wait.
This last trimester has been hard. I feel you much more than I did your sister, and I secretly hope you come a bit earlier (this week would be great!) than she did, and preferably naturally, but we’ll see what God has in store for both of us. With less than two weeks to go, they are already telling me you are large and in the 90th percentile and the doctors are skeptical of it being an easy birth for me due to complications I had with your sister. I’m scared of the pain but know the outcome of a beautiful baby outweighs any pain x100.
Holding my friend’s newborns recently, I am filled with happiness not only for them, but for us since they remind me I will meet you soon and you are sure to have lots of little friends.
I can’t wait to hold you and stare into your eyes. I can’t wait for your little newborn scent to be on me constantly. I can’t wait to watch you learn and grow and become eventual friends with Kinley. But most of all, I can’t wait for you to fill daddy and I’s hearts with more love than we thought possible.
See you soon, baby girl. Until then, please be kind to your mother.