Dear Baby Z

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You are half a year old today! I can’t believe you are six months already. It’s as though you were a fragile lil new born just yesterday. Now you are a babbling baby brimming with energy and giggles. .

Each month another layer wears off and we are revealed a new facet of your personality. Your likes and dislikes become more and more prominent. .

This month you mastered rolling. You go 360 degrees, back and forth, horizontal and vertical…and in the process make me lose my mind because I have to keep an eye on you always! I’ve now resorted to building a pillow fortress around you. .

You imitate us these days and make us laugh so much with your antics! I can tell you are going to be a funny lil girl with jokes and tricks up your sleeve all the time. .

You are daddy’s girl through and through and looks like “uppa” is going to be your first word. I won’t lie, I am mad jealous. Humph. But also so so grateful, because a strong and loving father daughter bond is one of the purest things out there. I am so grateful you get to experience it. .

I am excited to start #babyledweaning with you. I gave you a taste of lil solids a few days back. Just a touch of mashed potatoes, you loved it! I gave a lil banana today and you made a face. Let’s see how this goes! .

A few days back you rolled over in your sleep and continued sleeping on your stomach. It was so incredibly cute! And it made me all kinds of emotional. Surely the next step is you packing your bags and leaving for college? Can I come with you so I can build a pillow fortress around you whenever you need one? .

As you meet milestone after milestone, I also grow in my own motherhood journey. I am not who I was 6 months back, or even a month ago. Some days seem to drag so long that I feel I’ve aged a decade, on other days I wish to slow down time so I get more of it with you. I’m more frazzled and sleep deprived. But I am also happier and more fulfilled. Parenthood is a riddle. But it’s the best kind.

All my love, now and always,

Mamma

Nazreen Fazal

Nazreen Fazal

Writer, Wife, Mother, Indian, Muslim. So many labels, one me. I write, I rant, I ramble in order to make sense of everything happening around. Join me on this journey as I share snippets of my life, going about work, my parenting wins and fails, and the murky waters that's long distance marriage.

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