Dear Henry,
Today you turned one month old. I won't lie to you - the last four weeks haven't been easy. There were a few days where your mama was pretty sure she was losing it. But now, on your 28th day, I think we've hit our stride.
Maybe we should start from the beginning. You were originally supposed to arrive on or around February 22. On the evening of February 4, we found ourselves driving to the hospital in the middle of a snowstorm. We thought for sure they would send us back home telling us it was a false alarm, but it turned out we were wrong.
We'll skip over the next thirty-two hours or so and get right to the best part. On February 6 at 10:13 a.m., you came into the world measuring 21 inches and tipping the scales at 8 pounds 6 ounces. And just like that, we were a family.
Since then, you've lost weight (and gained it back plus some). We've struggled with nursing, but now you can latch with the best of them. You have grown so much in your first month and are so much more alert these days. You have even cooed a few times. You are an absolute master at pooping and peeing in the middle of diaper changes and you have the ability to fart like a large man. I am in awe of everything about you, from your ten perfect fingers and toes (and the absolutely amazing tiny finger and toenails that accompany them), to your gigantic bright eyes.
When my sisters and I were growing up, your Grandma and Grandpa Schmidt would always stare at us, and we would say, "WHAT?!" They would just say, "Oh, nothing..."
The other night, your Grandpa asked me if I finally understood why they stared. And I do.
These last four weeks have gone by all too fast, but I can already say without a doubt Mr. Henry, that you are my favorite adventure.
Love,
Mama
