Saturday, January 31, 2009

pep talk

Hey buddy, it's your momma. I just wanted to let you know that it's okay to come out of there, when you're ready of course. I promise you'll like it. I mean, it's not the safe, warm, cozy haven that you've been living in for the last nine months, but there's tons of neat stuff to see and hear, and taste! It's so cool. There's a lot you'll need to learn, like how to breath our air and eat and move around freely now that you're not in that little bubble (but you've been moving like a champ for months), then later, how to roll over and walk and talk and play and drive mom and dad crazy! But that's half the fun of being a baby.

There are things we want to learn about you too, y'know, like what color your eyes are, whether or not you got as many cowlicks as we're all anticipating, and fingers and toes of course. We all would love to see you smile and laugh, and know that you're a healthy, happy kid, so we can have plenty of room to screw you up... joking. Which leads to the best part about being out here - meeting all the new people! All of our family and friends are eagerly awaiting your arrival so we can hold you and touch you, kiss your soft cheeks and fuzzy head, feed you and nurture you, watch you sleep (it might sound boring to you, but it's fascinating to us), and help you to learn and grow so you can become a nice, smart, well-rounded person like the rest of us!

Of all the pals and Cousins, Aunts and Uncles, Grandmas and Grandpas (and Greats and Great-Greats) that you'll get to meet, I know that your favoretest person is gonna be, without a doubt, your daddy. He's definitely mine, mostly because of how much he cares about others and can always make people smile, how you can't help but be happy and have a good time when you're with him. Then there's his charm and good looks of course, which you might not care so much about just yet, but it's likely that he passed them onto you, along with his tendency to cause mischief no doubt. He might call you funny names and rough you up a little bit, but that's just how he shows his love, and it's never without tenderness. He is just dying to meet you kiddo, to officially become a father and be able to call you his son, to stare into your eyes and see his future - our life as a complete family.

You have no idea how loved you already are, how precious you are to us. Come out to join us and we'll do our best to show you in actions and words, along with everything else we wish we could tell you, but that you'll never understand until you're a parent yourself, just like our moms and dads have always told us. Michael and I won't know for sure either until you make this difficult journey into our world, where we can care for you and adore you, and you can show us everything we've been missing, and all the secrets of the universe. I promise that I'll do my best to get you here in one piece, with as little trauma as possible, and to be the greatest mother in the world from then on. I know that this is what I am meant to do, and I've been waiting for this moment for almost my whole life. Now, it's okay that you've made me wait a little longer than I was planning, but no more, alright? Baby, it's time.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Oh, Sierra, I loved reading this and all your entries. I hope you keep this up!

I can't wait to read the stories of Mr. Caleb's entry into this world!

LovingGirl said...

Hi Sierra! Thanks for letting us all in on Baby Central! Yeah, first-borns average 8.2 days "late"r
than the EDD. So really, he's right on time! :D
Have a wonderful birthing experience. He's a lucky little one!
Love you,
AnnMarie