Dear Thumbkin (now better known as Simon):
Well you’ve been on the outside of me for 2 weeks now and I feel like we’re getting to know each other better each day. Your dad and I spend a lot of our days “baby gazing” at you- and my family likes to try to figure out who you look like the most, whether you have my mouth or Gabe’s brow- or Uncle Eric’s nose or if you look most like Uncle Brett…I think everyone wants a little piece of you and that’s why they search for themselves in your little face. I still love to just sit and smell your “new baby smell” which your dad says needs a bath. I’m afraid to wash the smell off of you.
Your tiny hands and feet really aren’t so tiny after all. We made hand and footprints with a stamp pad this week and put them in a little framed set that a friend got us from the library. Your feet are big enough that they barely fit into the bordered page. Your little tree-frog toes still clench around our fingers when we stroke the bottom of your feet but people have started to notice that you have larger-than-typical hands and feet for a newborn. You get that, and your long skinny arms and legs from your dad, that’s for sure.
Those skinny legs of yours’ are hilarious and constantly cracking me up. It’s as if you FINALLY get to stretch them out and you do so at the weirdest times- while you’re sleeping or when people are holding you. It looks like you’re a baby doll that only bends at the waist in pictures where you’re doing this. Your dad says it’s because you were way too cramped in my belly.
You have a temper- and you get super-red when you’re pissed off. It almost looks like your head might explode when you get angry. You mostly only complain when you wake up starving (because you sleep all the time) or when we change your diaper, or when I try to nurse you when you’re too hungry to think straight. Otherwise you’re pretty easy going.
If we don’t put a pacifier in your mouth you will DEVOUR your hands, and they’re constantly sticky with what I can only imagine is breastmilk and spit. Your little fingernails are getting long and I try to make sure you don’t scratch your face but it doesn’t always work.
Your dad is better off feeding you than I am, you just get angry when I try to give you a bottle, which makes for some long nights when you’re squallin’ and squirming around wanting to nurse/gulp a bottle/youdon’tknowwhattodobecauseyou’resodamnedhungry.
You have a bouncy chair that vibrates, and already we’re going to have to replace the battery soon. Everytime it stops you wake up from a seemingly deep sleep and start stirring/complaining until we hit the button again to get it started. You are also a big fan of Sleep Sheep– which, I’m thinking we may have to get another one of these as a backup in case this one would run out or get lost. You have had that thing next to you since you were first born, even in the little plastic bin/crib they gave you in the hospital. You really like the ocean sounds the best, and when we turn it on and put it in the bed with you it helps to put all three of us to sleep. Your dad and I love it too. 🙂
Though the first week here was rough, and you spent most of it under tanning bed lights to get your skin color back to normal and less oompa-loompa-looking, the second week you got an eye infection and we’ve been slathering your little eyeballs with ointment for almost a week now, to get rid of the yellow goop that was oozing out of them. You don’t complain about it at all- and you have little greasy eyelids but you’re still super cute.
You lost your umbilical cord “stump” the other night. I noticed it in the morning when I was changing you that it had just fallen off, and I assumed your dad had somehow observed it happening. It had been hanging on by a thread and was grossing out our friend/your “uncle” Tim. When I asked your dad, “Hey I saw his umbilical cord fell off…when did that happen?” he laughed and said he noticed the same thing and was going to ask me the same thing…meaning– we didn’t know where it went. Thankfully your dad found it on the carpet and threw it away. We were going to save it to gross out company someday but decided against it. We’re just glad someone besides us didn’t find it on the carpet.
You make the most adorable faces while you sleep, and even though you haven’t smiled as a direct response to either of us, I’m certain you are dreaming of food or us, because what else in this world could make you that happy?
You are covered with the sweetest blond peach fuzz all over your back and I keep telling your dad I hope it never goes away. It’s so sweet and you look like a little baby monkey or baby hamster or baby squirrel when you’re all shirtless and laying on my chest. I love to trace my fingers through it and I love the way it swirls around on your shoulders. I also know it will soon go away as you grow from being a newborn to a baby.
Since you’ve been born the weather finally turned to muggy hot summer in Ohio- the kind of summers we’re used to, but didn’t have this year until you graced us with your presence. We’ve had the air conditioning on in the house and we still get a little sweaty…you have yet to wear pants and most days we just have you naked in a diaper but wrapped in a light blanket. You haven’t complained…I just wonder if wearing pants is eventually going to be a pain since you’re not used to them. haha.
Though I do remember what life was like without you in it- I can tell you that I’m not nearly as interested in that time as I am in the time that’s ahead- finding out what you’ll be like and how you’ll change even in the next 2 weeks is exciting. I can’t wait for you to meet your extended family and for us to use this time off of work to get ourselves used to our new family unit. Your arrival has changed everything and I can’t wait to see what else happens in the coming months and years.
I love you so much.