I sit here at the computer, my beautiful babe asleep in my arms, but not peacefully; she's having a night terror. She's had them since she was born. This sweet babe died in the birth canal and the memory of it haunts her dreams at times, which breaks my heart. Nothing I do can remove that painful memory from her mind. As I look ahead to the events of next week, I wonder if there will be another painful memory added to her subconscious. It's difficult to think about what this tiny, young babe is about to endure; I'd take her place in a moment if I could.
Baby-Roo is tender-hearted, but full of sass! She inherited her mommy's strong will and attitude, and even my dimple! (My best feature, if you ask me!) She is a bright little girl who loves music and bright colors. She is addicted to the television; well sort of. She watches Baby Einstein and doesn't understand that not everything on that screen is for her eyes. It's funny to watch her wrench her head around to see the screen when I turn her away from it!
This wee one is a trooper! At just 3 1/2 months she got her first tooth. Now, just barely 5 months old, she has 3 little teeth, all on the bottom, biggest to smallest, left to right. I named them Lucy, Dewy and Trixie. (I know I'm wierd). She insists on placing my finger on top of the tallest/sharpest tooth and biting down. Hard. I keep checking the top gums for signs of teeth, but can't see any. She must just like the way I taste.
Baby-Roo is a chatter-box! She especially loves to talk my ear off when I change her diaper or try to nurse her to sleep at night. She smiles up at me with her bright, trusting eyes, and that heart-melting, dimpled smile! When I wake up exhausted and grumpy, this tactic works best to put a smile on my face. Recently she's begun sucking in her bottom lip and blowing spit bubbles. (So cute!) I can always tell when she's officially woken up when I hear her doing this.
This next week will be very hard on both of us, but I pray that it doesn't change this happy baby of mine from being the care-free, trusting babe that she is now. She is my little angel.
