Dear Baby:

Day 1

Today is your 8 week birthday.

To celebrate I just put you down for the night

in your crib

in your own room

for the first time.

Week 1

I might as well have just dropped you off at college.

That's how emotional I am about it.

Week 2

I mean, come on.

We live in a two bedroom apartment.

It's not like you are even down the block.

Nope, you're just a few feet away and I still feel like sobbing.

Week 3

I was fully expecting you to have a meltdown which would signal to me that you needed to still sleep in Mama's room.

My heart is crushed.

You fell right to sleep in your big girl bed and didn't even meltdown like I wanted.

Week 4

Now I'm the one having the meltdown

and it's not pretty.

Week 5

I guess I just didn't realize how quickly everything would pass.

I guess I didn't realize that one second you would be my little wrinkly newborn and the next second I would be crazy about your little belly and rolly-polly legs.

I had no idea how quickly we would go from trying to figure each other out to being best friends.

I really didn't know that every teeny bit you grew I would be so happy and so heartbroken at the same time.

Week 6

You are a dream come true.

I had no idea how wonderful it would be to be a Mommy.

You are far better than I ever could have imagined.

I just wish things would slow down a little.

Actually, a lot.

Week 7

I love you little nugget.

Happy 8 week birthday.

Sleep well in that big bed.

Week 8

I'll just be crying myself to sleep in the next room.