My precious girl,
Today you are eight months old. I received reminders from several people today before this finally sunk in.
Your 7th month was not the best or happiest for you. Since the week and a half from your surgery, you have basically regressed back to the rigid, anxious baby that you were when you came home from the NICU. Thank goodness your skin has improved noticeably after your latest infections, but your overall demeanor has not.
I haven't seen you smile in a couple of weeks, and this hurts my heart. You are constantly wailing and fussing, and even when you are quiet, your eyebrows remain furrowed as if you're just waiting to get upset again.
I've always said that the newborn stage is not my favorite, and it's becoming increasingly difficult having an 8-month-old baby with the body of a newborn. And you definitely get frustrated, wanting to explore your world and not having the means to do so. I have to continually remind myself that despite your tiny stature, you are growing older and more alert, and that means you need more mental stimulation and learning.
I've started to put on Baby Einstein DVDs for you every now and then, and you really are quite taken with the bright pictures and music. It comes in handy when I have to hook you up to the feeding pump for a while. So far Baby Mozart, Baby Newton and Baby Van Gogh have gone over well with you. I'm also starting to try to read more one-on-one with you.
I'm sorry things have been so difficult for you lately with all of your feeding issues. I am so praying that your 8th month will be way more successful and happier than your 7th month, and that no other health problems arise.
Tonight we read "Guess How Much I Love You," and in the words of Big NutBrown Hare... "I love you to the moon - and back!"
Happy 8 months, Boo Boo.