Month Four

christmas06-2 011
Originally uploaded by briannedrlich.

Dear sixteen pound, one ounce Baby Abe,

Today you are four months old! You are not a newborn any more. You are now a giant baby with sprouts of old man hair going every which way.

This month has been very busy for you and for us. First of all, you are battling a sickness, which is currently the bane of my existence. It is evil and sucks smiles off of anyone that comes near. You have a bad cough, and even you get mad at it. Sometimes you get so upset, you yell, "AHHHUGGGGGHHHH!" really loud after a cough. This makes me laugh.

We also have to give you breathing treatments. We have to put a little mask on your face and this smoke comes out and it makes a loud noise. The doctor told us that you would cry the entire time. But, you didn't. You are a very chilled out little man. Sometimes you sit there and let us do it. But, the times that you don't like it, you calmly turn your head from side to side and take your freakishly strong hands and try to take the mask off yourself. It makes me think that when you get older you will be very calm and collected and easy going. That makes me happy.

One thing you do not like, however, is the sucky bulb boogie thing. You have had about enough of that. I am sorry that I keep sticking it up your nose. I, too, am very tired of doing it.

But I must say for being a sick baby, you are smiling more than ever. You are so happy. You have the biggest smile I have ever seen. Your eyes, your mouth, your nose -- your whole face smiles. And that laugh. You bring up your shoulders and open your mouth and let out a little chuckle. I try to find ways to make you laugh because I want to hear that sound constantly.

For your first Christmas, me, you and Ozzie stayed home together. I am glad that you didn't know what was going on, because that would have made it much worse for me. You were just happy to be alive and have Mr. Bumble. We watched the Christmas Story and I sang Jingle Bells about 50 times to make you stop crying. That night, you fell asleep at 7 p.m. I think I wore you out!

This month I feel like you are becoming a real live person. When I talk to you, you look at me like you know what I am saying. When I hold you, you will turn your head look at me and then realize who I am and smile! You are also fascinated by faces and you will touch my nose, my mouth, my cheeks. Your Dad calls you Helen Keller.

I just hope that you will start feeling better soon. It worries me everyday that you are sick. Hopefully you are not allergic to your brother, Ozzie, because he lacks outdoor survival skills and will surely be eaten alive by the squirrels.

I love you and so does Daddy.
Mama