To the Charlie Bird

Dear Charlie,

You are 11 days old today.

Every single one of the past eleven days I have marveled at you.

You are perfection in baby form, my little man.

I can hardly believe you’re here, and at the same time, I can’t imagine that you were ever not here.

When I was pregnant with you, I would get the sweats and a nauseous stomach thinking about what it would be like once you got here.

My only frame of reference was what your brother was like as a newborn and how I handled it.

I’m sure you’ve heard the stories.

So you understand I had reason to be nervous.

Turns out, I was wrong.

From the moment you were handed to me we have been smitten with each other.

The days and nights in the hospital were full of snuggles and whispers and learning each other.  Your deep blue eyes locked onto my face and I fell into them.  Hard.

Your temperament is so calm.  When you are awake, you like to just stare at me.

And if someone else is holding you, and I speak, you crane around to find me.  This may have been an issue at your newborn photoshoot with Missy causing her to shush me into silence.

You are most comfortable in my arms where you nuzzle your nose against me or stare into my face.  Sometimes I think this makes daddy feel left out, but I can’t get enough of it.  It’s just a new feeling to me.

Also new to me?  A baby who sleeps during the day…without me having to hold him.  While standing.  And swaying.

Seriously, little man.  You can sleep for 3-4 hours during the day with no problem.  And you have even given me up to FIVE hours in a row at night.  Sometimes I hold you while you sleep just because I miss you!

You are back up to your birth weight of 8 lbs, 9 ounces which just still seems so tiny to me after your brother who was 9.5 lbs.  Your doc says you are in the 50-75th % for weight and head size.  I declared that tiny.  Daddy said, “no.  he is average.  You are just used to a boy who never drops lower than the 95th % for anything.

True that.

So, you know…tiny.

You look so much like your daddy.  You have his little chin and narrow-shaped eyes.  You have his long toes and his bird legs.

And you are laid-back.

Just like daddy was the exact right complement to my high energy, high drama personality, I think you are that complement to your brother.

He is my wild Eddie Bear and you are my calm little Charlie Bird.

He adores you.

And I can tell, Charlie Bird, that you absolutely love him back.

This morning while I started this letter, Eddie asked daddy to play some music–Lady Gaga’s Poker Face.  He wanted to show you how to “shake your booty.”

Our house was filled with the bump of the bass as daddy and Eddie wiggled their behinds around the kitchen and I sat and giggled.

In a moment of particular hilarity I declared, “Oh how I love my life!”

I don’t know how you did it, Charlie, but you made this crazy happy family even happier.

Welcome to being a Sluiter.

We love you more than any words I could every say or type.


Looking for more of my writing?  I did a post for Women’s History Month at Borderless News and Views this week:  We’re Not There Yet.