Dear Baby Z,

You are a month old today. Not a new born anymore!It is fascinating watching you. I can spend my whole day looking at you, your tiny fingers and toes, your puckered lips and small chin. Your chubbier by the day cheeks call out to be bitten!

You are a funny lil girl who makes the funniest faces. We have a ball discussing what you are thinking with each of those expressions. You love looking around with your big curious eyes. You want to learn the whole world in one go. You love lying next to the window and looking out at whatever’s happening. Rain or shine, you enjoy your window gazing time.

You have decreased sleep time and increased wake time. You smile spontaneously these days and gurgle while awake. You hum while feeding which is the cutest thing ever. You also keep clearing you throat afterwards as though you are going to launch into a speech. ????

On the 14th day of your life you got your first official document- Your passport! You slept through the entire thing, even when they took your teeny weeny thumb impression. Also, you look like a baby politician in your passport photo. But that’s because the studio guy photoshopped a nehru coat on you for some reason. A cute baby politician nonetheless.

Z, a few days back I was seated in the terrace and feeding you. you slept as I nursed you and stroked your head. It was pouring outside and the rain pattered away on the tin roof. There was a cool breeze coming in from the open windows. And I thought to myself soon this moment is going to be a distant memory that I will take out every once in a while, dust, and fondly remember. You will be a woman who has her own life and dreams and hopes but I would still remember that moment when you were so tiny that you snuggled comfortably in my arms, arms that will hold you for as long as they can. For as long as you allow me to.

Love,

Mama