we went to the doctor today and you didn’t cry once. not when they weighed you, not when the doctor touched you withe her cold, unfamiliar hands. not when she shined light in your eyes, not when she listened to your heartbeat. you were so perfect. and so big.
you weigh 11 lbs 1 oz now and you’re 23.3 inches long.
your legs are getting chubby, right at the thighs. when you were born, I would hold you curled up on my chest and I would rub your back with the tips of my fingers. and when I did, you reminded me of a tiny bulldog, a puppy with lots of skin to fill out and grow into…skin that rippled in waves all the way to the nape of your neck. and when it got bunched up, I would smooth it out again and start all over.
I was rubbing your back last night and when I trailed my hand up to smooth out the skin, I realized I didn’t need to.
and I held you longer than usual.
the days are going by quickly and they’re taking my newborn with them.
