A letter to K


You had a rough night tonight. You looked like, and sounded like, you were in a lot of pain.

It sucks being a mom sometimes, because there is not a lot I can do to help. I gave you pain meds, and I gave you love. It wasn’t enough to help you feel better.

At times you let me put you in your crib, and I sat on the floor tickling tiny baby feet that stuck out between the crib slats. It worked as a good distraction for a while. You even lay your head down, and I caressed your hair. I stopped too prematurely because you sat up again.

We tangoed often tonight. I put you down and left. You cried and growled and screamed. I came back in and held you for a bit. It wasn’t until nearly 1am that you finally snuggled into my chest as I hummed a made-up song for you. Your body limp in my arms, I gently lay you down for the last time tonight. 

You’re 44 weeks (10 months), which is a wonder week. You are definitely more cognitively able to communicate and move around now than you were just a few days ago. You’re pulling yourself up on anything sturdy enough to hold you. Your favorite object to use is me or your papa. Once you’re standing, you try to snatch the glasses off of our faces, and you often succeed. It’s very irritating. You’re quite the master.
Military crawl is starting to turn into a full crawl, but I have a feeling you’ll be walking by time you’ve master the crawl. 

It’s late, and I should get sleep now that you are finally in silent slumber.

I hope you sleep well, sweet girl.