Tomorrow is a big milestone for you, my little miracle. Tomorrow makes four whole months you have been squirming around in there making your mama nauseous and tired and overjoyed. Only 24 weeks to go until we get to meet you. I'm also happy to report that today was the third day in a row that I wasn't sick at all. I love you, sweet pea, and every bit of nausea and vomiting is worth it to get you here. But I am really happy to see that phase go.
We got a call last night that your Pappaw is in the hospital. He's not very good at taking care of himself because he spends all of his time worrying about everyone else and taking care of them, so he's pretty sick. It is really hard for me to stay here instead of going to be with him at the hospital. But right now, I'm the only one in the whole world who can take care of you. So, for now, we are going to stay here away from the germs and let Mimi and Uncle Ben take care of Pappaw this time. But we can pray for him before we go to sleep.
I know that you will proudly carry your daddy's last name. However, my precious girl, you will also be a Dennison woman. And that means something. That's the reason why it is so hard for me to stay here instead of going to Pennsylvania to help take care of Pappaw. Dennison women are brave and fierce and we love with our whole hearts. We take care of our families. We stand up for people who can't stand up for themselves. We don't shut up when we see injustice in the world. We just keep yelling until someone listens and things change. We may argue with each other, but we stick together no matter what.
That is your heritage, my darling little fireball. It's a good one. Embrace it. Enjoy it. But you must always remember - there is a great responsibility that goes along with being such a strong woman. You should only use your power for good, never for evil. It would be easy to turn into a bully or a mean girl if you aren't careful. There will come a day when you have a bad day and hurt some one's feelings when you don't mean to because you are used to speaking your mind. That's OK. No one is perfect. Apologize and mean it. Make sure that you learn from your mistake and try to do better the next time.
Good night, sweet princess. Sleep well and dream of the dragons you will slay when you are old enough.
Love,
Mom
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Saturday, May 9, 2015
14 Weeks and Counting
I love you.
You are beautiful.
Your dad and I have prayed for you for a long time.
I cannot wait to meet you and see who you become.
These are just a few of the things that I can't wait to tell you when you come into the world.
I know that I've only been carrying you for 14 weeks, but you've been in my heart much longer than that, my precious daughter. After years of seeing doctor after doctor, I had almost given up. But, then...there you were. Most people wait until about 12 weeks to start telling people their good news. I couldn't wait. I had to tell some people as soon as I found out. You are just too much of a miracle to keep secret.
For the first few weeks, I fell asleep every time I sat down. It's a big job growing a tiny person. But eventually, I adjusted. You haven't caused too many cravings yet like most babies do. At first, we only wanted to eat mashed potatoes and chocolate. For the last few weeks, pineapple has been our favorite snack. I wonder if these will be some of your favorite foods later.
Your daddy and sister and brother can't wait to meet you. They don't get to hang out with you all the time like I do. This I can promise you, my darling child - your father is madly in love with you already. When I fell asleep tonight, he was laying with his cheek on my belly telling you a bedtime story. I couldn't hear him and when I asked what it was about, he told me it was private, just between the two of you. This is what you have to look forward to when you arrive.
Good night, sweet baby. Sleep well.
Love,
Mom
You are beautiful.
Your dad and I have prayed for you for a long time.
I cannot wait to meet you and see who you become.
These are just a few of the things that I can't wait to tell you when you come into the world.
I know that I've only been carrying you for 14 weeks, but you've been in my heart much longer than that, my precious daughter. After years of seeing doctor after doctor, I had almost given up. But, then...there you were. Most people wait until about 12 weeks to start telling people their good news. I couldn't wait. I had to tell some people as soon as I found out. You are just too much of a miracle to keep secret.
For the first few weeks, I fell asleep every time I sat down. It's a big job growing a tiny person. But eventually, I adjusted. You haven't caused too many cravings yet like most babies do. At first, we only wanted to eat mashed potatoes and chocolate. For the last few weeks, pineapple has been our favorite snack. I wonder if these will be some of your favorite foods later.
Your daddy and sister and brother can't wait to meet you. They don't get to hang out with you all the time like I do. This I can promise you, my darling child - your father is madly in love with you already. When I fell asleep tonight, he was laying with his cheek on my belly telling you a bedtime story. I couldn't hear him and when I asked what it was about, he told me it was private, just between the two of you. This is what you have to look forward to when you arrive.
Good night, sweet baby. Sleep well.
Love,
Mom
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