I actually made Christmas cookies again this year. I didn't think I'd be able to fit them in, but I stuck to the less involved cookies and only made six varieties plus a batch of gluten free chocolate chip for my brother. I'm looking forward to next year when I may have a pair of little hands helping me.
Speaking of little hands, I love our baby girl. I feel like a mother now, somehow. I become more attached every day. Her smiles are magic. Her tiny voice cooing on the changing table is enchanting. She flashes us with one gummy smile, and DH and I are hovering over her asking her for more.
I worry about her and pray to God each night to surround her with His guardian angels to watch over her and protect her while she sleeps and when she wakes. I have a terrible fear of SIDS. I don't know why. Odds are in our favor, as always, but I have a knack of taking a statistic such as 1 in 1000 and expanding on that one so that it encompasses the entire probability that is our future. I need to stop that. We weren't blessed with this perfect little miracle to have it taken away in such a horrible, devastating fashion.
And speaking of devastating, pray for a friend of ours. She's actually a cyber friend I met on a 35 and over TTC board. Her twin sons were born earlier this week at 27 weeks after her membranes ruptured. One of them died 14 hours later; the other is still hanging on. Pray for a Christmas miracle.
Merry Christmas to everyone and Happy New Year! I hope 2011 brings everyone unexpected surprises and more happiness than they can imagine.
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MIL is here for the Holidays. It's only right she should spend time with her grand daughter. I wish, however, that she'd offer to do some cooking or wrapping or cleaning and give us some time to monopolize her. I mean, she helps by taking care of Kathleen while we do the daily household chores, but I know both of us would like to take care of her instead while someone else keeps up with the house. Just for a short time. I'm afraid I'm going to be selfishly greedy on Christmas Day. Except for DH, I'm not going let Kate off my lap. It's our first Christmas with her. I may let my mom hold her for a little bit and, if she's there, aunt Betty, my grandmother's sister. Otherwise, I'm keeping her with us.
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