Falling in Love with Emmy

I used to say my FB relationship with Emmy would be "It's complicated." But I would change that now. To "sickeningly in love." We have entered a new eHarmony zone of compatibility. I look at her face or hear her little voice now, and it's irresistible.

Yes, mothers should love their babies unconditionally and instantly. I read that in the tiny waterproof pamphlet attached to my placenta. But there's a difference between loving someone and being in love. And it's not you, it's me. Wait, that's something else.

I can safely say I have always loved my baby. At first I loved her the way you love your sister's kid. Like you know she's family and she's really special and of course you love her, you're RELATED! That lasted about a day. Then I loved her the way you love your parent, someone you know is there for you forever and you're supposed to love.

But lately, that little bee-bopper has bee-bopped her way into a new corner of Baby Love, that little chamber in my heart that opened up when she was born.

I actually miss her a lot when I'm at work. I look at cell phone videos that I made over the weekend and frantically beckon my co-workers over and do the annoying parent thing where you ask questions that people MUST SAY YES TO. "Do you have a minute to see Emmy's latest pictures?" "Want to see her video?" "ISN'T SHE JUST THE CUTEST MONKEY EVER?"



Well? ISN'T SHE?

Vicky Nguyen4 Comments