Singing to My Girl

I love to sing. And I love to sing to my daughter. The first week or so of her life, I couldn’t. I could not sing to my baby. My postpartum hormones were so strong, any time I would begin to sing my throat would close up, my eyes would fill with tears and my heart would overflow with emotion so thick I thought I’d choke. The same thing would happen anytime Nellie would look directly into my eyes.

Nearly a month after my daughter’s birth, my hormones have leveled out a little bit and thankfully, I’m able to sing to my baby daughter. Here’s a little moment the two of us had the other night where I was singing her one of my favorite songs…

Singing to My Girl

I love to sing. And I love to sing to my daughter. The first week or so of her life, I couldn’t. I could not sing to my baby. My postpartum hormones were so strong, any time I would begin to sing my throat would close up, my eyes would fill with tears and my heart would overflow with emotion so thick I thought I’d choke. The same thing would happen anytime Nellie would look directly into my eyes.

Nearly a month after my daughter’s birth, my hormones have leveled out a little bit and thankfully, I’m able to sing to my baby daughter. Here’s a little moment the two of us had the other night where I was singing her one of my favorite songs…

Valentine’s Day

I don’t need cards.
I don’t need flowers.
I don’t need chocolates.

I need my husband, and my baby daughter.

And that’s exactly what I got this Valentine’s Day.

An entire day to spend with the two people that mean the absolute most to me. There were no sappy eyes batted at one another, no recitations of romantic poetry and no candlelit dinners. We spent our first Valentine’s Day together as parents taking turns cuddling and feeding our infant daughter, and laughing at the funny faces she makes. We giggled as she pooted shamelessly for the hundreth time, and cooed at her while she cried impatiently for her bottle. Near the end of the evening we put her in her swing while she slept soundly, and we sat close together on the couch. We looked into each others’ eyes and shared memories of the past 6 years we’ve had together. We marveled at how far we’ve come and how far we’ve yet to go.

My husband now works 12 hour shifts and when he does, he isn’t home at night. It’s not easy, especially when we’ve been used to sleeping in the same bed each and every night for nearly 6 entire years. But we know it’s not forever. Hopefully someday in the future he’ll advance in his career, and his schedule will be a little more normal.

But until then, it’s moments like the ones we shared this evening that I cherish. I treasure them and lock them into a special place in my mind and heart so I can take them out and relive them in the wee hours of the morning when I feel lonely.

How far we’ve come. And really, we’ve only just begun.

Happy Valentine’s Day.