Dear newborn who keeps me awake

You are so demanding. I just can't sleep. Or sometimes you wake me in the middle of a deep sleep. I don't like the constant nagging, but I love you and you're mine so of course I'll do anything to make sure you flourish. These days I hardly notice how tired I am. Seems like all I do is answer your call to feed you and change you.

So small, so precious. I look at others who have grown and I see what you could become someday. Will you look like that? Will your life be successful and rich and full? Will you always have that whimsy and happiness I know you possess inside?

I worry about you so much, as we all do with newborns. Are you growing at the right pace? Are you reaching the appropriate milestones? Do you look the way you should? Are you developing in all the right ways?

As with all babies, you attract your share of admiring relatives and friends. But you're so social with complete strangers it amazes me. People I've never met before stop to make comments about you. It makes me feel proud and admire you more. I hope you never lose your outgoing nature.

Even in your infancy you have attracted some real friends. It's amazing how well you play together and want to visit one another every day. I can hardly keep up with all of them.

It's the middle of the night, and I think I can put you safely to rest now. I really need my own sleep. I'll be here for you first thing tomorrow, I promise.

Sleep well, little blog.