While Daddy is upstairs, getting Emma to sleep, I thought I would pop back on and just put a few of my rambling thoughts here tonight. As much as I enjoy posting the pictures, I do want to share some more meaningful (or not) things.
Tomorrow my daughter will be 8 weeks old. It does not seem possible that she is already this old, yet she is still so little and needs us so much. She's got so much personality already, and I cannot believe how much I love her. Every day she does something that amazes me, or makes my heart swell with joy. With that also comes the intense worry and frustration when she is upset and Mommy can't "fix" what is wrong. Today, for example, she was coughing so hard and it just hurt her *so* much, and all I can do is hold her and rock her. What a helpless feeling, knowing I can't make the hurt go away, but at least I can be there for her.
I'm so proud of Joe and I for some of the small things we're doing for her. We're going on almost a month of exclusive cloth diapering, and he's as proficient at it, if not more, than I am! Today we had gone 48 hours without doing a load of diapers, which is wonderful for us and tells me that she's getting better at pottying too. He's so good at soothing her, and is reading in both Arabic and French to her. I'm happy to know that she's grown so much on just my breastmilk, and that breastfeeding is very soothing to her too. We've even started to master sleep/dream nursing.
Every time we dress her, or look at things in her room or around the house, I'm just amazed at the generosity of friends and our family. Emma is so loved, and cared for by so many people, and my heart is so full. I hope and pray that someday we can give her a sibling, but even if we cannot, she will have a huge number of people in her life to play with and enjoy. What a great blessing!
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