Today my baby girl is one month old.
Where did the month go? It seems like just yesterday I was a miserable pregnant lady with elephantitus. I remember thinking she was never going to be born, it felt like an eternity. And now she’s already ONE MONTH old?
I still remember the very first time I saw her, the first time I held her. I didn’t know anything about her, but I knew I loved her with all of my heart. I remember holding her the night I got home from the hospital, staring at her and thinking “who IS this little creature?”
Over the past month, I’ve gotten to know her. I know what her cries mean, I know what soothes her. I know what makes her smile, like gently tapping her nose, or kissing her lips I know what makes her mad. I know she loves baths, but hates to get dressed. I know that she loves when her daddy talks to her and when I sing to her. I can’t even imagine what the next month will have in store, but I know I look forward to getting to know her even more. I just wish the time would slow down a little bit because, looking at my boys, I know she’ll be a “big girl” in no time at all. And I don’t want her to be a big girl. I want her to stay my little baby forever.
I thought I’d take a picture of her and I together to celebrate the occassion.
Yeah, right. Not gonna happen.
I tried. LORD KNOWS I TRIED.
I gave her a bath, put a pretty lil’ outfit on her, brushed her hair. She was ready to go. But then came the shit. All over. So I had to change her diaper and her outfit. Just as I was finishing up re-dressing her, MORE SHIT! So, I changed her again. Whatya know, more shit.
It happened 5 times.
She finally stops shitting and I get her all dressed up in another beautiful dress. I grab my camera, get her all set up, turn the camera on.
THE BATTERIES ARE DEAD.
I pick her up, run to find some new batteries before she takes another dump. Or throws up. Or just gets pissed off.
I can’t find any new batteries, so I grab the ones out of the remote hoping they’ll work and I can get at least one picture.
Get her all set up again, turn the camera on and just as I was about to snap the picture, THE BATTERIES DIE AGAIN.
Then she starts crying and I start crying and am tempted to THROW the camera across the room, but don’t do it because it’s a $500 camera and Tony would kick my ass if I did it.
I gave up, whipped out the boob and fed her instead. Now, she’s peacefully sleeping and I’m sitting her looking like a whore with all this make up and no picture to show for all the trouble. Oh well, ’tis life with a newborn.
So, 1 month old picture of Gabby today, or at least not for a few hours, but take my word for it… She’s absolutely beautiful.