One month old

Dear Milo,

Wow! Has this been a crazy month or what? You went from being in Mommy's tummy to becoming an actual person at the center of our little universe. You took your sweet time joining us in the world (although the doctor said that might actually be due to the shape of Mommy's pelvis), and I have spent the past four weeks recovering from your arrival.

Milo, just a few minutes old

Your daddy and I have done a lot of adjusting, getting used to just having you around and figuring out your ever-changing feeding schedule. We've done loads and loads of laundry, as you overflow with bodily functions. We're learning how to get around with a baby -- boy, do you need a lot of stuff just to run to the store! And we're learning to go back to sleep despite all the little grunts and gurgles you make as you drift off.

I'm not going to say it's been an easy month. There have been a lot of ups and downs, including a few Mommy meltdowns. You can be quite the demanding little fellow when you're hungry and you really don't care what else is going on or how long it's been since you last ate. And I can be quite the weepy Mommy when I'm sore and sleep deprived.

Milo at four weeks

There have been plenty of tears of frustration, but when I look at you sleeping or having tummy time or even when you're trying to squirm away from us as we change your diaper, I am amazed by how much laughter you bring to our lives.

Thoughts of the aches and pains of pregnancy and childbirth, the late night feedings, the extra money spent on diapers and laundry fly out the window when make your funny faces, when you coo as I nurse you and as you drift off to sleep as I hold you.

I've said it before -- and I will say it many times in the months and years to come -- I love you. I love you more than I ever thought possible. The morning sickness, the weight gain, the months of getting kicked in the ribs, heck, even the back labor are all totally worth it when I look at your sweet little face. You've stolen my heart little man.

Love,
Mommy

P.S. Today is Daddy's birthday, so be extra nice to him. OK?