It seems to be a week of firsts around here!!
Your first food, first words, and now...you are reaching for us for the first time!
Daddy was talking to you a few days ago on the bed...he was smiling at you and trying to get you to say "Dada"..and out of the blue, you REACHED UP to touch his face! We have never seen you do this before- usually you keep your hands by your mouth, or squeeze your own shirt, or you might even stretch your hands up above your face to examine them. But reaching is a milestone you have been a little behind on.
Daddy was SO happy to be the first one to experience this...and it doesn't surprise me really. He is your favorite person in the world..and I reluctantly admit that you seem to even prefer him over Mama at times. I do believe it goes back to those first 24 hours that he spent alone with you in the NICU. A bond was formed that is unbreakable. Daddy held your tiny hands as the nurses struggled to get oxygen to you, he talked to you and soothed you and told you how beautiful you were. He held your hands when Mama couldn't, he rode in the ambulance with you and made sure everybody was taking good care of you.
All through your first night in this big bright world, Daddy held you and talked to you and rocked you to sleep. He prayed for you and kissed you and loved you through all the procedures you went through- blood draws and transfusions and iv's and tests and more oxygen..he cradled you in his arms and told you it was all going to be alright..
And in those first weeks of getting you to take Mama's milk from a bottle, because you had so much trouble nursing, Daddy was the one who was able to get you to take the required amount. Every time. He would set the alarm, and give you your night feedings- he insisted on it. You were his baby, and you knew it.
Even in my tummy, during those scary moments when we couldn't gt you to move..Daddy would talk to you and say your name ...and instantly you would respond with a movement, a gentle stretch.
On your final ultrasound, the night before I had you, when the doctors were making sure you were okay, we had trouble getting you to wake up. We saw breathing on the monitor, we saw your heart beating, but you were very still.
The ultrasound technician moved Mama's tummy from side to side, she had me roll over to the left, and to the right. She had me drink juice, tapped a hollow cup on my tummy...and still you slept.
Daddy asked if he could try to get you to move...he leaned over to my round belly and said your name. "Lily! It's Daddy! Wake up, sweetie!"
Suddenly you stirred! We watched on the ultrasound, as you turned your tiny head towards Daddy's voice, arched your back and stretched your arms out... then you yawned a great big yawn. It was the sweetest thing, Lily- even the technician grinned and said "She knows her Daddy!"
And you do.
Loving my Daddy's girl,