Oh this beautiful daughter of mine amazes me every day. Her eyes light up when we go outside and I can see such a brilliant noor illuminating from within. She sings to daddy and me as we stroll along the neighborhood, amazed at the bright blue staring back at us. When I hold her in my arms and she smiles at me, it's as if I've gotten a glimpse of Jannah. She laughs sometimes, but only for mommy! She's mine! =) I love her more than anything in this dunya and she loves me like no one else.
It seems like every time I'm holding her she tries to lift her head to sit more upright...and when she's completely upright, she wants to be standing...and when she's standing she wants to run away! I'm going to have a lot of work ahead of me, chasing this cutie. She discovered her hands a couple of weeks ago and now she grabs with superhero grip, from my finger, her bib and sometimes her toys to my hair and even face. And she somehow she always ends up with her bib twisted around so that it serves as a cape for this superbaby.
When she cries without comfort, this means her gums are hurting so I let her bite on my thumb. Her lips curl around it in such a way that when she talks, she makes an 'm' sound. Once she distinctly said "mama" and I was so shocked to hear it come out of this tiny little mouth. Sure, she didn't know what she was saying and it hasn't happened since, but oh what a wonderful feeling! I can't wait until she says it and means it!
So what bad can possilbly come from this daughter? Well, I wouldn't say anything bad but perhaps some unpleasantries: explosive poop for one. Diaper after diaper, only pee, and then after one magical feeding she releases the poop that has been waiting to escape all day, building and building until finally...boom! It shoots out with such an extreme force that it breaks the levies of on both sides of the diaper and it rushes down the back, soiling the nice clean onesie that I just put on! Oh how I remember the days when they were less predictible, shooting without warning just as I open the diaper to change her...or even worse, when I was too lazy to put her on the changing pad and mommy & daddy's blanket paid the price. I've learned to have a burp cloth under her after feedings, just in case.
Spitting up can also be a problem. Just this morning, towards the end of her meal, she choked on milk and threw up all over the place! Poor baby! You need to slow down! And it seems when I neglect to put a bib on her she decides that's a perfect time to spit up. The other day, right as I finished dressing her, she spit up on her nice clean onesie. So I started to put a new one on because I can't have my baby's shirt wet and uncomfortable. As I fastened the last snaps...spit-up. Well it can't possibly happen a third time...yes it can. Four onesies in 20 minutes! But she has good aim sometimes...the spit-up lands either on her bib, the burp cloth or on daddy, not mommy =)
Oh but I can't complain! She's so worth it! It's funny to me, that's all =)
I recite the three Quls for you in the morning and in the evening and before bed and I blow on you. You love the sound of the Quran. It's so soothing and makes you go to sleep. Our bedtime routine starts with recitation of all the surahs I know, over and over again as I clean up around the room and you lay in your crib. Then you start to get sleepy, sometimes cranky. I pick you up and give you your pacifier, wrap you nice and snug and either proceed to recite or sing you a song. The light starts out somewhat bright. Then I switch to the nightlight and then only a faint light from the hallway peaks into the room. When you're almost asleep, I creep through a sliver in the doorway and pray that the baby monitor stays quiet.
What a wonderful life. I love my baby daughter more than anything. I wouldn't go back in time before she was born for all the gold in the world!
It seems like every time I'm holding her she tries to lift her head to sit more upright...and when she's completely upright, she wants to be standing...and when she's standing she wants to run away! I'm going to have a lot of work ahead of me, chasing this cutie. She discovered her hands a couple of weeks ago and now she grabs with superhero grip, from my finger, her bib and sometimes her toys to my hair and even face. And she somehow she always ends up with her bib twisted around so that it serves as a cape for this superbaby.
When she cries without comfort, this means her gums are hurting so I let her bite on my thumb. Her lips curl around it in such a way that when she talks, she makes an 'm' sound. Once she distinctly said "mama" and I was so shocked to hear it come out of this tiny little mouth. Sure, she didn't know what she was saying and it hasn't happened since, but oh what a wonderful feeling! I can't wait until she says it and means it!
So what bad can possilbly come from this daughter? Well, I wouldn't say anything bad but perhaps some unpleasantries: explosive poop for one. Diaper after diaper, only pee, and then after one magical feeding she releases the poop that has been waiting to escape all day, building and building until finally...boom! It shoots out with such an extreme force that it breaks the levies of on both sides of the diaper and it rushes down the back, soiling the nice clean onesie that I just put on! Oh how I remember the days when they were less predictible, shooting without warning just as I open the diaper to change her...or even worse, when I was too lazy to put her on the changing pad and mommy & daddy's blanket paid the price. I've learned to have a burp cloth under her after feedings, just in case.
Spitting up can also be a problem. Just this morning, towards the end of her meal, she choked on milk and threw up all over the place! Poor baby! You need to slow down! And it seems when I neglect to put a bib on her she decides that's a perfect time to spit up. The other day, right as I finished dressing her, she spit up on her nice clean onesie. So I started to put a new one on because I can't have my baby's shirt wet and uncomfortable. As I fastened the last snaps...spit-up. Well it can't possibly happen a third time...yes it can. Four onesies in 20 minutes! But she has good aim sometimes...the spit-up lands either on her bib, the burp cloth or on daddy, not mommy =)
Oh but I can't complain! She's so worth it! It's funny to me, that's all =)
I recite the three Quls for you in the morning and in the evening and before bed and I blow on you. You love the sound of the Quran. It's so soothing and makes you go to sleep. Our bedtime routine starts with recitation of all the surahs I know, over and over again as I clean up around the room and you lay in your crib. Then you start to get sleepy, sometimes cranky. I pick you up and give you your pacifier, wrap you nice and snug and either proceed to recite or sing you a song. The light starts out somewhat bright. Then I switch to the nightlight and then only a faint light from the hallway peaks into the room. When you're almost asleep, I creep through a sliver in the doorway and pray that the baby monitor stays quiet.
What a wonderful life. I love my baby daughter more than anything. I wouldn't go back in time before she was born for all the gold in the world!
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