Dear Sophie Rose,
Do you know how lucky you are? Your Daddy, who sleeps like the dead and wouldn’t even wake up if the house was on fire has shaken himself awake at least four times in the middle of the night to give you your milk. 🙂
Everyone says the two of you are practically male and female versions of each other. I’ve got to say, I was a little disappointed each time – where did my DNA all go? And then more than a little sad yesterday when you finally shed the last physical connection you have to me – your little umbilical stump. While it means that you can now wear all the adorable onesies everyone has bought for you, it also means that we are no longer literally tethered to each other – after over nine months of living and growing in me, there is a sense of loss.
But then I see the way you and your Daddy hang out together, and I think God must have made you so much in your father’s likeness only so he would love you more and to make up for the lack of a physical connection between the two of you which we were able to enjoy for so long.
See – you even sleep alike !
This morning, your father bathed you for the first time ! An extra special moment for me, because your grandfather, or my father, used to bathe all of us before he headed for work. I think its a wonderful bonding experience – the first thing you see in the morning is him, and just look at the way you gaze at your Papa ! Now I don’t see you looking at me with such adoration (unless you’re hungry).
Right now, you’re going through a growth spurt – your first at almost 2 weeks !
Its given us more than a little stress – one moment you are chuckling and smiling at us prettily like this –
And the next you are fussing and howling for your next feed despite having already gulped down 60 ml of milk just half an hour before! Is it normal for 12 day old babies to drink 50-60 ml every hour?!
But we’re so happy you’re growing now – you may be small, but you are strong, and you are most definitely fierce. Sometimes in the middle of the night, when you box Mommy in the face with your mittened fists, demanding for food, I think about what a little terror you’ll be when you’re a teenager !
But that’s thinking too far ahead.. right now, I’m determined just to enjoy your tiny new born baby-ness, inhale your wonderful powdery milky scent, stroke your fine, soft hair, and laugh every time you give me your Daddy’s cheeky wink.
Don’t grow so fast, my little beansprout !
Love all the way to the moon and back,