Dear Gabriel,
Today you are 2 months old. You have changed so much since
that moment when the doctor placed you on my chest.
At 7 pounds 11 ounces, you were much smaller than I expected
you to be…possibly because you came 9 days before your due date. I did not
complain about your timing or your size because I was really ready for you to
be born. And I really was worried about a large baby leading to c-section.
Since that day, your chicken legs have developed into fat baby thighs, and your
sweet little face now has the start of chubby cheeks.
You’re growing so fast. You eat a lot! We got off to a
pretty rough start with breastfeeding because you were tongue-tied, and I
didn’t know it. After we got that fixed when you were about 3 weeks old, things
started to improve. And now, thank goodness, you nurse just fine.
I started trying to get you to sleep in your crib, but
you’re not a very big fan of that idea. Sometimes you’ll sleep in there for an
hour or so, but then you cry until I come get you. Mostly, you sleep in the bed
with me right now. I don’t want this to last very long, but it’s the only way
I’ve found so far that we can both get sleep. And now that you’ll sleep next to
me instead of on my chest, it’s not so bad. Of course, your dad is sleeping on
the couch, so we’re going to have to get you into your own bed sometime soon.
You make a lot of noises. You grunt and squeak a lot…so much
that one of your nicknames is Grunty McSqueakers. In the past couple of weeks,
you’ve started cooing as well. Sometimes we have little conversations wherein I
speak English and you coo back at me. You’ve also begun to smile. I love when
you smile at me, though I am as yet unsure whether it is purposeful smiling or
just happenstance. It’s incredibly cute either way.
Having you in my life is amazing. It’s still a miracle that
your daddy and I made you from scratch, that I carried you in my body while you
grew, and that you’re here. I love you so much. I can’t wait to meet the person
you grow up to be.
Love,
mommy
