Dear Baby,
We have been together for almost 30 weeks! Only eight or so more until we become separate and part of the same world. You are spending a lot of your time these days curled up sideways. I love looking down and imagining you in there, and will cradle you lots when you’re outside my uterus and in my arms. You sure move and kick lots, sometimes turning upside down, and I often feel your small arms, hands and feet moving along the walls of your little home, especially when I rest my arms there; you seem to like resisting pressure. I hope you’re still content in there, even though there’s less and less space as you grow bigger. You often get the hiccups (just like me), much to my amusement.
Your father and I keep reading Goodnight Moon to you every night. I promise to keep reading it to you before bed after you’re born. I think you’ll recognize it.
When I think of you, I sometimes get a feeling like a balloon swelling up inside me that I have no control of, filling me almost over capacity with delight and happiness. I am indescribably excited to hold you for the first time and count your little fingers and toes, and see your eyes, nose, ears, mouth, knees, and belly for the first time. So is your dad.
I’m making you a moon lantern, a colourful quilt, a cosy sweater, a snuggly wrap, some paintings, a gi for you to wear when we introduce you to our friends at the martial arts gym where your dad works, some fun hats, and even custom onesies. There will be a friend who makes you a mobile with fuzzy felted creatures to look at when you lie in bed. There are so many colours in the world and I can’t wait for you to see it all.
I don’t know when your birthday will be or how the delivery will unfold, but I am counting on one that keeps you as safe as can be, and brings you into the world unharmed. And that’s what will happen; there will be helpful people to ensure it. Just make sure you flip upside down, with your back facing my front, and we’ll both be fine!
Babies are born all the time, but you’re mine, and I made you. Perhaps it is in my biology to feel this way but it doesn’t make it less exciting. You and the task of helping you along your path already mean the world to me.
Love, your mama