Letter to Mimi: Month Eight

Dear Mimi,

I'm not going to lie, this month was a little hard for me. You, the baby who was basically sleeping through the night at two weeks, started waking up 3-4 times a night. You would wake up crying at 2 am, 3:30 am, 4:30 am, 5:00 am, and then be all smiles and and ready to start the day at 7 am. It was WRECKING me.

Fortunately the waking-4-times-a-night thing lasted only a few weeks. Now you're getting up 1-2 times a night which, while far from ideal, is doable. I haven't given up on getting you to sleep through the night, though. Your pediatrician told us that you're physically capable of doing it so we're trying to figure out how to help you do so. I just checked out a few books on sleep training from the library so we shall see, my friend. WE SHALL SEE.

During the day you continue to be a wonderfully pleasant baby. You're interested in everything and laugh easily. I'll sit you on down on the carpet with a few toys and you'll happily play by yourself for 10-15 minutes at a time.

You're still fascinated by your brother. He's better at making you laugh than anyone else and is (usually) very gentle and kind with you. This last month you've been going through a hair-pulling stage and when E gets too close you grab his hair with your tiny fists and yank hard. You've actually pulled some of his hair out but he just laughs and doesn't listen to me when I remind him not to get too close. He thinks you're hilarious.


Watching the two of you together brings me joy in a way that I didn't really anticipate. The other day I was listening to the radio and they were talking about sibling relationships and about how they're the longest running relationships we have since your siblings are in your life before your spouse enters the picture and they're there after your parents pass away. It makes me glad to think that you and E will always have each other.


Sweet Mimi, we all love you so. I wouldn't change a thing about you (except for that pesky little waking-at-night habit--work on that, won't you?)


Love,

Mama


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