My darling girl,
I can’t believe you’re six months old.
I don’t mean this in the “oh, time travels so fast” way that I certainly will default to for every milestone of the rest of your life. I mean in the “I cannot believe we made it to six months” way.
You see, I spent the first few months of your life in complete terror.
I was convinced something was going to happen to you. I was terrified it would be all my fault. I had thoughts of all of the terrible things that could happen to you and became so paralyzed I couldn’t even hold you.
I was convinced you were going to die.
Everyone says that the newborn time goes by far too quickly, and that you should cherish it. Me, I prayed that it would end quickly because that would mean that you survived it. That we survived it. That I got you to a point where things were a little less scary.
There were times I thought we’d never make it. Times I thought seriously about running away from you and our family, convinced you would be safer without me around.
That’s what OCD did to me. It robbed me of the joy I wish I could have felt in those first couple of months.
But we did it, you and me. We got through.
You’re getting stronger and showing more of your personality each and every day.
You light up for me. That smile is like a sudden jolt of sunshine.
You nestle up in my arms and I know that you feel safe with me. Finally, I’m convinced that you are.
You had so much faith in me. You trusted me so completely, even when I was too terrified to trust myself. I promise to earn that trust each and every day.
Thank you so much for letting me be your mommy.
I love you more than words can say.