A letter written to my last baby before she arrived.
Letter to My Last Baby
*Originally written in 2015*
Dear Baby #4,
You indeed will be my last baby, my last child. I write this with a hint of sadness, because, after all, having you will start a new era for me. A new time in which I won’t have a belly bump, an infant to carry, a toddler to chase… Don’t get me wrong, though. There are no words to truly describe how happy I am and how excited I am to meet you.
As the fourth baby, you should probably know some things, some vital information that will help you survive when you arrive. You’re going to be joining a family of five as our sixth member. As the youngest sibling, there will be some initiations for you, as I’m sure your brothers and sister will want you to fit in. You see, they already rule this roost (or at least we let them believe that).
Your oldest brother is very verbal. He always has been, talking in full sentences at the age of 1 and never stopping. It’s like his brain just wants to share everything it experiences, and then some. Sure, he’ll talk your little ears off, but just listen. He shares a vast amount of his 7 year old knowledge. You could learn a lot from him, and increase your vocabulary without making a peep.
Your sister is the infamous Super Ninja of the family. She’s not as vocal as your oldest brother, but man, does she pay attention to every little detail. You wouldn’t think she’s listening or knows how to react as quickly, but she is like lightening with her actions. She knows how to complete a mission without you even knowing she has left the room. She’s a girl of action, getting done what needs to get done without wanting any help. Follow her lead and you can survive any situation.
Your other brother is a trip. He’s still in the toddler stages, but he’s determined to do everything his older siblings do. You can’t tell him otherwise. If they can do it, he can do it. If Mommy or Daddy can do it, he can do it, and he’ll try and try again until he can do it himself. He perseveres through it all, climbing over any obstacle that gets in his way (no, really. He’s a climber). Take note of his willingness to keep on fighting, and you too can overcome anything.
They are all exited to meet you, just as your dad and I are excited. You’re going to be a surprise for us since we will not find out if you are a boy or a girl even though we found out with all of your older siblings. We each have our suspicions, but I can’t tell for sure one way or another. I have always been able to tell without even seeing the ultrasound report, but you a true mystery to me. I kinda like that since I’m otherwise not very good at waiting for surprises!
However, this brings up a new problem for me: your name. With the others, your dad and I came up with the baby names fairly quickly, knowing the genders already and finding our favorites. We tried to keep their names as unique as possible without using crazy spellings or anything like that, but of course two of the three ended up being popular (ask Aidan and Declan about it.. they’ll tell you). But your name? I don’t even know where to begin. I’m afraid you’ll arrive and I won’t have any ideas what to call you! Maybe I’ll just look at you and know what your name will be.What would you say to your last #baby? Read this letter for inspiration. #parenting
Being My Last Baby
I should probably mention a few other things about being my last baby. Let’s start with photo albums and photo books. Your oldest brother has about 5-6 photo books, a few photo albums, one professional photo shoot, and is in the family photo collage. Your sister has 1 or two photo books and maybe one photo album, and made it to the family photo collage. Your other brother has no photo books, a few printed pictures, and one canvas print of him as a baby. He has yet to make it to the family photo collage…but I have thousands of digital images of him, just as I have for the other two as well.
Don’t worry, I’ll capture all of your milestones, all of your firsts, all of your messes, all of your triumphs…you may just not have a physical book to hold. Maybe someday when you’re all in school I’ll have time to complete that..
Moving on. As the last baby, you get the best of me and Dad. We might be a little older now and a little more crazy, but we’re wiser. In fact, we have had lots of parenting practice with your older brothers and sister. I’m sure you’ll throw some curve balls at us as they all did, but we’re ready.
We’re so ready. Okay, maybe your bedroom won’t be done until next summer, but you’ll be sleeping in our room until you can go in the crib. And maybe I still don’t have my other baby things out of storage yet, but I’ll work on that soon. I expect you’ll be coming weeks before your expected due date like the others, so I’ll plan on having the newborn things out and ready by Thanksgiving at least.
Above all, know you’re loved. Know you’re wanted. You are my rainbow baby, and despite all of our setbacks and complications, I have rooted for you since the second I knew you were inside of me. I silently cheer every time I feel you kick and nudge. I’m even grateful for the nausea and the other ailments that let me know my body is doing its job this time, keeping you safe and alive.
I’m looking forward to meeting you soon, my last baby. I’m going to treasure every second with you, since you’ll be the last to go through it all. I’d love for you to stay in your warm cozy place forever, but soon you’ll be here, ready to join the family.
We’ll be waiting!
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