6 months ago today, Daddy and I woke up knowing we would be meeting you in just a few hours. We didn't get much sleep the night before (we were so nervous and excited! not to mention a thunderstorm came rolling through...) but we woke up so happy and ready to get the day started. We got ready, grabbed a few last minute things to take with us, and told the pets their lives would never be the same.On the way, we called family to tell them we were on our way and that you'd be here in just a few short hours. Daddy and I spent our last time together as a family of 2, and couldn't stop talking about what the next few hours, days, months, and years would bring. We checked into the hospital and Mommy got hooked up to all kinds of machines. We could hear your heartbeat and feel you moving around. We couldn't wait to hold you!! Daddy was sent on errands to fill out paperwork and take care of last minute details. Before we knew it, it was time! I was rolled into the operating room and once I was all fixed up and ready, Daddy was brought in. He sat next to me and held my hand as we waited anxiously to hear your first cries. Suddenly you were being taken out and the nurse told Daddy he could look up and see your first moments, so he did. He got to see one little eye peek open, then you quickly shut it tight and we heard your voice for the first time. The nurses and doctor all gasped, "Look at those cheeks!! AND THAT HAIR!!" I couldn't wait to see you for myself, and finally you were brought around. I watched as they cleaned you up and wrapped you tightly in a blanket. Daddy and I were both crying, we were so happy you had arrived. I watched as they cleaned you up and couldn't believe what I was looking at. My little girl. My little girl, whose heartbeat we listened to, who we watched kick and move and roll around inside my tummy, who we dreamt about and prepared for. Finally you were wrapped up tight (like a burrito, Daddy always said) and they put a pretty purple hat on you. Then, the moment your Daddy had been waiting for...he got to hold you for the very first time. The first time he'd ever held a baby, but you wouldn't know it. He was a natural with you right from the start.
You and Daddy were whisked away to the nursery while the doctor and nurses finished up with me. Nana was outside waiting and that was when she saw you for the first time! She cried, she was so happy watching you through the nursery window. I was taken into the recovery room and waited patiently for Daddy to return with our little girl. Finally, it was MY turn to hold you! I held you and couldn't believe how beautiful you were. The prettiest baby I'd ever seen, with the most beautiful head of hair. We were all taken to our room where we'd spend the next few days getting to know you, and loving you more and more every second that passed.
Now here we are, 6 months later and Daddy and I are amazed at how much time has passed already. 6 months! And what a big girl we have on our hands. You're rolling all over the place, we can't keep you contained on a blanket anymore! You're sitting up all on your own. You're laughing out loud- the best sound I've ever heard...Daddy and I make fools out of ourselves, doing anything we can just to hear that sound. You're babbling and making new sounds, and love to give big ol' slobbery kisses. You've learned so much these past 6 months, but without even knowing it you've taught Daddy and me a lot too.
Daddy and I love you so much. Keep smiling, learning, and growing....just slow down a bit, okay?
