Dear Emeline,

My little bundle of joy, my little darling. I’m trying to understand the fact that you’re now half a year old. It’s been half a year since that morning in the delivery room when I pushed as hard as I could and you didn’t want to come out. And when they literally dragged you out, you were lifeless with only a heartbeat to show that you were alive. Oh, how thankful I am that we were in the hands of professionals. And the horrible hours after the delivery when I had to lie at the post-op, just waiting for you and your dad to come and visit me. And how incredible jealous I was of him, that he got to hold you, and after you had visited me and your dad had to go home to take Aurora for a walk, I wasn’t allowed to hold you alone cause they were afraid I’d faint and drop you.

It doesn’t feel like yesterday anymore, and it scares me. I’m afraid that I’m not soaking in every second of the time we have together, and suddenly you’re off to college and I’m standing there wondering where the time went. I even miss you when you’re sleeping.

Now, where was I? Yes, six months. SIX MONTHS! Since last month you’ve started eating solids. Today you had banana for the first time, and you found it a bit weird. I don’t blame you. Bananas ARE weird I’m so looking forward to let you taste even more things. And you’re SO ready!

You also are more mobile now. Just today I woke up three times this (early) morning hearing a tiny: “Aah” and found you had crawled backwards to the end of the bed. I’m VERY glad I had seen this coming and had put your bed just there We probably need to babyproof your room now…

What I love the most about this time, is that you’re enjoying your toys, you love that we sing, you listen when we talk, and you know what you want. It makes everything so much easier! Cause I have to admit, I found the two first months harder than the entire pregnancy. Or maybe I’ve just forgotten how the first months of puking and nausea were.

This letter was a little random, sorry, but mommy has a hard time concentrating when you’re screaming like you do right now I’ll have to teach you to speak a little softer when we’re inside

Love,
Mommy.

Yes, we’ve finally started with solid food! Emeline has been ready for quite a while now, but I wanted to wait as long as possible because of the health benefits. She’s been eyeing us while we’ve been eating, and I have to admit that she’s already had a few tastes of fruit.

I decided it was time to start giving her solids after we’ve had a quick trip to Sweden. Christian was ordering us food while I was holding a table with Emeline on my lap. I suddenly noticed that she had stopped looking at me, and was eyeing something behind me while chewing on invisible food, like she had done for a couple of days. I turned and saw that the man behind me had gotten his fries, and Emeline was mimicking him eating. So, so, so cute.

Can I brag a little of my own kid? Yes? She’s doing SO well with this eating thing! The first time I fed her, she reached her hands out to grab the spoon, and she just took the cereal in her mouth, tasted it (bleh!) and swallowed. And then she wanted more.

Christian fed her the second time, and although I had told him that she was only allowed a tiny spoonful, he gave her about four times more than she was supposed to eat. She loves it!

Sorry for the bad picture, but it’s a screen capture from a movie (too large to upload).

Dear Emeline,

I don’t know where to begin this letter. It seems like the past months has just flown by and a thousand things have happened this month.

• You’re rolling around like a champ. Well, only in bed. And you still get a little frustrated when you can’t do it while playing with your toys.
• You’re very fond of your feet. When you hold them you can suddenly just burst out in laughter. Too cute.
• You love to be carried around. Who wouldn’t?
• You’re very curious of your surroundings. The need to touch everything is rising. We’ll need to baby proof everything around here verrrry soon.
• You smile when you see the dogs walk by.
• You want to taste our food and drinks. Can’t wait to start giving you solids in a month!
• You smile and laugh when I sing to you.
• You love the playing donkey and mommy is starting to get a headache from it. Bad combo.
• You’re stubborn!
• When you’re about to fall asleep in the stroller you sing to yourself.

The stranger anxiety kicked in already last month, but I actually think it’s getting a little bit better now. When a “stranger” holds you, you examine their face, look at me, look back at the stranger and it seems like you are okay with the situation if I speak encouragingly to you. Or so it seems. Your pouty lips are adorable though.

I’m a bit worried as you’re not babbling as much as you’re “supposes” to, but me patient, mom! That is something I think I need to exercise more often. I’m worried and stressed, and it’s giving me wrinkles. And probably grey hair. But it’s worth it

I can’t believe it’s been five months since they dragged you out (well, I did some serious pushing, too), at this moment, and that we’ve had the privilege to be around you for almost half a year.

I love you, Baby.