It’s a little cliché, I know. But after all the recent waiting for baby to arrive and disappointment as each day passes without his/her arrival, I feel obligated. I’ve been talking with the baby a lot the past two weeks, begging, pleading and even crying; asking baby to come snuggle in my arms rather than in my belly (and my ribs). But despite all the talking, we have yet to meet our sweet little thing. Maybe s/he needs something in writing, something concrete. So here it is, a letter to my (still) unborn child:
My Sweet Little Dumpling,
We are ready to meet you. I’m sure from your current view point all the chaos, screaming, crying and general hysteria makes it seem like we’re not prepared but I promise, we have a place for you. And I’m not just talking physical space. Of course we have a bed for you (two actually) and all the stuff a tiny little baby could ever want, but we also all have a place waiting for you in our hearts. We’ve painted, decorated, moved furniture and put things away, but most importantly we’ve rearranged our hearts to make room for you. Right now there’s a little piece of my soul sitting empty, waiting for you to come fill it up and make things feel complete.
Your sisters are so eager to meet you. They ask about you, love on my belly and do things just for you. They want you to be happy. They are dreaming about all you will be and look forward to all the things they want to do with you. They are counting the seconds until they can show you their world and make you a permanent part of theirs. They long to see you, touch you, hear you, know that you are real. They love you already, more than you or they will ever be able to express.
Daddy longs to feel you wiggle in his arms as I’ve felt you so many months in my belly. We both want to look into your sweet little face and dream about who you may one day become. We want to get to know the tiny little person that you are, face to face, and give you the world if we can. You are already a part of this family’s soul but we are ready for you to be a part of its physical existence too.
I know you’ll come to us when you’re ready but I really hope it’s soon. Waiting for you is like a young child waiting for Christmas. Time seems to stand still and the days drag on and on while I dream of the moment I can kiss your forehead, stroke your tiny little fingers, and put you in that special little place in my heart when I will keep you and love you forever.
Hugs, Kisses and all my Love,
Mommy.
