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Letters to Dean: Month One

Here we are Dean, with you somehow turning one month old on us already. How did that happen?

Your presence in your dad and I’s life has shook us to the core in so many ways. Not a day goes by that we don’t exclaim to one another, “He’s just so cute!” or “I could stare at him all day!” Because truly, you are the center of attention in the house these days.

Bringing you home from the hospital, I was convinced we’d just delivered the most easy-going infant ever. For the first two weeks, you did nothing but eat and sleep and in the few moments we’dd catch you awake, you’d flash us sweet grins that would steal our hearts (along with the hearts of your grandmas, both of whom came to stay with us and help adjust to your presence in the house.)

But oh buddy…. did you ever decide to give your vocal chords a workout around week three. When you’re not happy, you’re certainly not afraid to let us know about it. And I’ve gotta tell you, the sound of your cry? Well,  it makes us both feel so helpless in trying to understand your needs. Not to mention frustrated — wouldn’t it be lovely if you could just talk to us already? Yes, yes it would.

But we’re learning this parenting thing as we go, just as you’re learning to live this so-called life outside the womb. It’s tough, isn’t it? Being assaulted by all these sights and sounds and faces hovering over your teeny little body. Soon enough we know you’ll get used to it, just as we’ll get used to your moods and your needs and—God willing because we are REALLY aiming for this—a daily schedule that will make life easier on all of us.

In some ways, this first month with you has gone so fast and yet, in some moments (like that lovely witching hour that hits the house every evening around 7 o’clock), not fast enough. But I don’t want to wish these tender moments of discovery with you away. They’re too precious and, all too soon, I know I’ll be sitting here a year from now, wondering how 11 more months have passed us by on the calendar.

Until then, I’ll keep chronicling your milestones and you just keep on being cute, okay? Okay.

Love,

Your mama