The Magnificent Seven, The Son Edition.

mommyeverafter — Sat, 24 May 2014 16:42:37 +0000

Looking back, I found the note I wrote to my daughter when she turned seven months, a love letter detailing milestones in her life and expressing my profound love. Today is my son’s seventh month birthday, and so, for him I shall do the same.

Dearest baby,
My sweetness; My light.
Today you are seven months old.
A magnificent seven.
When I was seven days pregnant with you, you were just a wish.
When I was seven weeks pregnant with you I saw your picture for the very first time; the ultrasound tech described you as a little cheerio. They also saw your heartbeat, a perfect rhythm. I knew you were OK.
When I was seven months pregnant with you we danced at Twin and Go-Go’s wedding in Boston. We walked down the aisle together, we held her flower bouquet as they said their vows, we made a speech at the reception, and you were right there with me, never quieting, just kicking along. You were lying transverse, right across my belly. I loved feeling the parts of your body and I could identify each one.
When you were seven minutes old, the nurses said “He has long fingernails!” and I had just found out that you were 7 lbs 12 oz, the exact same birth weight as your sister. I also found out that you were born at 4:11, which is my birthday. When you were 7 minutes old, as they were working to sew up my body and make me whole again, your daddy brought you over to me, and I swear, you smiled. We sang to you in the OR, “Mommy loves the baby, daddy loves the baby, everybody loves the little boy.”
When you were seven weeks old we were going through a bit of a bump, but we still found so much joy in you; in your sweetness, in your strawberry hair, in the coziness of the holidays around us. We marveled in how you would sleep seven hour stretches overnight and we loved feeling like a real family of four.
And now, my dear, you are 7 months. We love you more with each breath. You have grown into a magical little boy. You radiate goodness,
how you bat at my skin with your big mitts, and kiss my mouth with big, slobbery smooches when I hold you close; how you smile every time I kiss your face; how you reach out for me when I’m not with you, calling for “Mama” and grabbing me, with such love. You are the sweetest thing I have ever known.
You are magnificent.
Love,
Mommy

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in a blink

mommyeverafter — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 17:29:26 +0000

It’s amazing.
This week is my daughter’s 20 week birthday.
20 weeks.
In thinking of the significance of this week, I can’t help but to think of another 20 week milestone.
It was at 20 weeks pregnant that I found out that we were having a baby girl.
That was a whole 40 weeks,
the length of a whole, entire pregnancy,
ago.
How has it been 40 weeks since that ultrasound ultraMeltdown?
How has it been 20 weeks since my baby story began?
It’s too fast.
It’s flying by.
Just last night, as I pulled the baby close to me for her last feeding of the night,
I felt my inside swell, as I remembered those first days;
the hospital days,
when the nurses would wheel in my little, tiny, wrapped up angel,
swaddled in soft blankets,
so that only the top half of her face was exposed,
just as the sun was starting to peak out from over the hills
at dawn.
I remember her tiny eyes, that were already looking into mine,
so alert and curious,
as she latched on,
and the world would shrink down to just the two of us.
These milestones continue to creep up on me,
and take my breath away.
Yesterday, as I arrived at school for my in-service meetings,
I was overcome, with the feeling that I had just been there.
Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was going to these back to school meetings,
newly pregnant (and, may I add, secretly pregnant),
very, painfully morning-sick,
and running away from the lunch trays of tuna hoagies and greeks salads?
That was not easy. I’m surprised that my gorgeous green complexion did not give my little (very little!) secret away.
Has it really been a whole year?
A year ago, my baby was the size of a grain of rice.
I saw her heartbeat flicker on the screen, as my own heart began to beat in a completely new way. It beat as a mother.
Now, my baby is eating rice (cereal, that is. And really, it’s oatmeal now. And sweet potaters. But, you know.)
A. Whole. Year?
I guess what they say is true:
Time flies when you’re falling in love.

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The Magnificent Seven, The Son Edition.

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