Dear Baby Girl Baker,
Thanks for not being too modest yesterday Little One. It feels so good to know already that you are going to be our little girl. Our daughter. That someday, you will be someone’s wife. And then, a mother.
It feels so much more real now that we are going to be parents. That your dad and I have no idea what we’re doing or how to raise you. I think I’ll go ahead and apologize in advance for all the mistakes we’ll make. On a daily basis I’m sure. I think God gives extra grace to the oldest child because I’m sure my mom and dad did some crazy things as first-time parents, but I don’t remember. Hopefully, you’ll be able to say the same thing someday.
I loved getting to see you on the ultrasound screen yesterday with your heart beating and your cute little feet. I’ll admit it, I thought it was kind of cool that you were stubborn and wouldn’t move for the ultrasound lady to be able to get a good profile shot of you. I don’t like being awakened when I’m sleeping either. My favorite part was when she kept pressing on you to get you to move, and you pushed back with your little arm. I like kids who are a little bit feisty, and it looks like you are already. You also kept sticking your tongue out at us. I’m not sure what to make of that one yet Baby Girl. We’ll probably have to break you of that little habit someday.
Now that we know you’ll be our little girl, I keep thinking about what you might be like and who you might look like. I hope you have a good mix of your dad and I (with a little of your own flair thrown in there to keep us on our toes). I hope you are the type of girl who faces your fears head on like me. I hope you have a little bit of my determination and some of your dad’s curiosity. I hope you love other people the way your dad does. I hope you can sing like him. I hope you love to be outdoors like both of us. Ultimately, I hope you’ll love Jesus. (And Ohio State football).
I hope you’re more like your father as a teenager. I was a bit, shall we say, hell to live with emotional during the teen years. My mom and I spent about 5 years fighting. But I promise I’ll love you no matter how you behave. I mean, despite those hard years, your grandma is one of my best friends now. I hope that you and I will be able to say the same thing in 25 years.
I’ll be honest though, Baby Girl, I really hope you don’t get your dad’s nose. It looks great on him (he’s the most handsome man I know), but I think it’d be a little more difficult for you to pull off. I really hope you have his skin. He’s got this great tan complexion year-round. Also, I think since we’ve been married, he’s had approximately 3 zits. If only you could be so lucky. I keep praying by some miracle that you will get my green eyes. Unfortunately, everything about your father is dominant in the world of genetics so there’s not a lot of hope. But stranger things have happened.
I’m sitting our living room right now by a pile of stuff that will soon be yours—bottles and onesies and little socks and clothes. All courtesy of our first surprise shower from the Allen family (thank you very much). Unfortunately, even though you’re going to be our firstborn, you already have someone you will have to share your things with. He is a little guy named Sunny. He loves your things already. I’m sure you’ll lose many a stuffed animal to him. And he’ll probably chew up some of your toys. I’m sorry about that. I do think he’ll love you very much. He thinks little kids are among the coolest things he’s ever seen. He’ll probably scratch you once or twice because he’ll be so excited to see you. I figure you’ll take care of that problem pretty quickly. Just give out a yell; he’ll stop.
I hope you know how much we love you already. We are humbled to get to be your parents. We hope that you can know God more through us, even if it’s through our failings. We hope that you will develop into your own unique little person. We know you will forever change our lives in a beautiful way. We can’t wait to meet you in January.
Forever in love with you,
Your mom
p.s. The ultrasound lady mentioned that your head is resting right on my bladder. If you would like to change positions so I will stop leaking pee, I would really appreciate it.