Tuesday, July 19, 2016

A Letter to my First Baby


Dear Charlie (or should I say 'Baby Pep'?),

Last weekend we spent two days staying with family we hadn't seen in entirely too long. It was two days filled with lots of food, lots of laughs, and lots of love. On Saturday night, long after you had been put down in your Pack N' Play, your Daddy and I went to sleep in the guest bed. When Daddy's snoring was just too much for my pregnancy insomnia, I thought I would sneak into one of the twin beds in the second bedroom where you lay. Being the light sleeper that you are, you of course, woke up and I pulled you into bed with me in the hopes that you might go back to sleep in my arms. That also didn't work. But what wound up happening is that you and I laid there together for a couple hours, completely keeping each other awake, but neither of us wanting to put a stop to the amazing cuddle session we had found ourselves in. You snuggled into the crook of my arm, only getting up occasionally to wrap your tiny arms around my neck and give me hugs, before settling back in again. I laid my head against yours feeling the warmth radiate from your little ginger head, and soaked up your sweet, baby smell. 


The next morning when you woke me up at 6:30am, I was running on about 1-2 hours of sleep and was in complete zombie mode. But I wouldn't have traded that night together for anything and I hope I remember it forever.

As your baby brother's due date draws nearer and nearer, I know in my head that his entrance into the world as the baby of the family, does not mean that you will ever stop being my baby. But I'm having a difficult time convincing my heart. Charlie Davis, you are the sweetest, most charming, laidback, and happy-go-lucky little guy and I am so blessed to be your Mama. I don't know how the introduction of a new member of our family will go, but I'm sure there will be challenging moments at some point. I just want you to know how deeply you are loved. I never want to compare you and your brother, but if he turns out to be even half as good-natured, smiley, lovable, and joyful as you are, I will be the luckiest Mama around.

You will always be my first baby. The boy who made me Mama Bear.

I love you,
Mommy

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