My Dear Sweet Madelyn,
It is hard to believe you’ve been with us for three months already. You are such a joy! Your brother, dad and I are all enamored with you and spend hours talking to you in singsong voices and making funny faces in an attempt to make you grin. You love to smile and I couldn’t be happier that I have a happy baby.
This week you rolled over from your back to your tummy and your brother could hardly contain his excitement. He clapped and cheered you on as you were trying to make your move and then he gave you a “little high five” on your balled up fist. You are already racking up a few ‘firsts’ and I know this is just the beginning of the many accomplishments your life will bring.
We have taken three road trips to New York this summer so you could have laser surgery on your vascular birthmark. Only a few minutes pass from the time the surgeon takes you from my arms until he brings you back, but the wait is excruciating. I sit and listen for your little cry, which lets me know I’ll be holding you again soon. As soon as I get you back, I fight back my own tears while I dry yours. I do my best to calm you. Then I bend down so your brother, at his insistence, can attempt to kiss away your pain. Although I’m so sorry you’re hurting, I love seeing him try to comfort you. I know one day you’ll do the same for him.
Miss Madelyn, I love the feel of your hands and fullness of your cheeks—not to mention the fat rolls on your thighs. Every little inch of you is absolutely perfect. Thank you for being a part of our family, for being so sweet and for just being you. I can’t wait to get to know you better as we continue on this little adventure together.