Dear Madison,
I write this as you are one month old. What a month it has been! Your father and I are very sleep deprived, but couldn't be happier. You came to us after a long time. It was hard to wait for you. It was hard to see others have the joy of having a little child come to their family. It was very hard, and at the time I couldn't see the bigger picture. If I would have known that it was you I was waiting for, I wouldn't have felt bad at all. If I could only go back in time to tell myself what an angel was waiting for me...
So far, you are such a sweet girl. However, in the hospital you got the reputation of being the " instant gratification baby" You have a very distinct cry, your dad likes to call it a " high pitched girly scream". I couldn't agree more. You prefer your bottle to nursing, but we are working on it.
The night before your Dad and I went out for my birthday to a thai food restaurant. My water broke with you on September 28th at about 5:30. I wasn't sure what was happening, so I told your dad and then we both went back to sleep. Dad then went to work, and I was worried. I told Grandma that I thought my water had broke and I cried. Your cousin Aryonnah told me " Why you cry? You have a baby!". She is two, and has a lot of wisdom. So, I called your Dad and we went to the hospital. They told us we were staying to have a baby.
I was lucky and did not feel contractions with you. I only felt them when they gave me medicine to progress things. I made the mistake of not eating anything, so my biggest complaint was that I was hungry.
After 19 hours total, you were here. Dad got to see you being born, and said it was a really cool experience. He got to cut your umbillical cord. I remember the first moment I saw you and all of your cute dark hair. You weighed 8.5 pounds and were 20.25 inches long.
The food at the hospital was terrible, I am glad you didn't have to eat any of it! However, the nurses and your dad were very helpful. I was almost sad to leave the hospital because of all the help I was getting.
I just can't believe you are here, sometimes I still have a hard time believing you are mine, how could I have been so lucky?
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