5 Months
Dear Aiden,
One of my fears of becoming a new mom was that you wouldn’t associate me with being your mother.
For the first three months of your life I shared caregiving responsibilities with my mom and sister. My mom especially was dedicated to making sure you stayed a really happy baby and you took all your naps in her arms. I didn’t mind because it allowed me to eat my meals, take a shower once every few days, and take naps myself. She didn’t mind either, she loves being your grandma.
In your second month I nursed you every two hours. You were a hungry mofo, you know. Everytime I nursed, changed your diaper, bathed, or spend any amount of time alone with you I would remind you who I am.
“Hi Aiden! I’m your mommy! MOMMY.“
I basically reintroduced myself to you everytime we had contact.
Seriously, I was paranoidworried that my mom was spending more quality time with you than I was and in turn you’d see her as a mother figure instead of me. I was not going to let that happen. NEVER. I wanted to make sure you knew exactly who I was and didn’t forget it.
Now you know the word “mommy” whenever someone says it and you know whose face to look for. Mommy feeds you. Mommy makes you smile. You expect to be put to bed by your mommy.
I think my plan worked. A little too well.
I can’t even go out on a date with your dad because I need to be home by 9 pm or else you start screaming BLOODY MURDER!!!!!!!! AN OLD LADY IS TRYING TO PUT ME TO BED!! DOES NOT COMPUTE! DOES NOT COMPUTE!
You’re only 5 months old but you’re already manipulative and controlling. Congratulations.
I still love you and your thunder thighs. Happy 5 months!
Love,
Mommy
