Dear Babygirl #13: You have arrived.

Dear Babygirl,

You have arrived. (!!!!!!!!!!!!)

And it’s about time, girlfriend.

Sunday, May 6th I stepped out of the shower around lunchtime and realized that your swimming pool had sprung a leak. You threw that water over the edge for several straight hours, until Daddy and I finally checked into the hospital late that afternoon.

More than 24 hours of natural labor, chemically induced labor, and pharmaceutically eased labor later and there you were, sweet and perfect and screaming.

Well, not so much on the screaming part. You decided to blaze your own unique trail into this world, Babygirl, and you put yourself through the ringer while you were at it. Your scream was more like a whimper. But it was the loveliest little whimper we had ever heard.

We laughed while you were whimpering because, after all, doing things your own way and stubbornly taking your own time? Sounds a little bit like someone we know.

Ahem.

I asked your Daddy twice in the first thirty seconds after you arrived if he was going to faint. The look on his face, well, let’s just say that the impact of seeing his Babygirl for the first time was a bit more forceful than he had anticipated.

It was heartbreakingly darling.

The past 8 days have been filled with so many firsts, I’m not even sure where to begin.

Your first snuggles with your grandparents. Your first nap with Mama.

Your first trip to the doctor, to Target, and – very, very important, this one was – your first trip to Barnes & Noble.

Your first screaming fit at 3am, your first diaper blowout and subsequent wardrobe change, your first “gas smile.”

(We think you might have a dimple, Babygirl. If you do, it might just send your Daddy over the edge.)

We’ve dressed you in your first outfit and showed you off to your first visitors and taken you to your first photo shoot.

Your first bottle, your first paci, your first hair bow, your first spit-up all over Mama’s clean shirt.

So many firsts, and it’s only been a week and a day.

So many more to come. So many, many more.

Love,
Mama

—

Addy Lane Sorensen
May 7th, 2012, 5:30pm
7 lbs. 7 oz., 20 inches long, and perfect in every way.

(Photos courtesy of only.young.once photography.)

—

For more in the Dear Babygirl series: Letters to my Daughter

—

Tagged as: Lil Sorensen, letter, musings