Shanghainnagins

Dear Rosella,

Right now we are visiting Mamoo in Shanghai, China. Aren't you a very special girl to have stamps in your passport before you can even sit up on your own.
On the journey you were magnificent, such a well mannered precious angel. You even had a celebrity hold you, Mr. Graham Elliot.
While we have been here you have seen so many things you will never remember, other babies with split-pants, horrific driving, bizarre foods and dogs with hair dyed tacky colors.
What you see is not nearly as interesting as what everyone else sees, a beautiful baby girl, yes I am talking about YOU. Every where we go people have to look at you in the stroller or come closer to view you on my shoulder. Quite a few individuals have been brave enough to either try and touch you or ask to hold you, obviously I am not into sharing my gorgeous girl.
From the chaos of Carrefour to our early morning walks watching the drunks stumble home and the city wake up to life you have been a trooper through it all.
Now you are beginning a nap routine, knock on wood that lasts, you refuse pacifiers and only want to suck on your hands and you have moved out of 0-3month clothing to 3-6month. You long, lanky girl we didn't even get to use all the beautiful outfits April lent us. Two months in and you are already wanting to grow up, please stay my baby girl forever.
Daddy is sorting out our apartment in Cambridge and starting his new job, which we are incredibly proud of him and can not wait to be reunited.
But in all honesty we are happy to be spending this time with Mamoo, the way you look at her, I've never seen so much love in one's eyes. You adore her, you beg to be near her and you absolutely beam when she holds you. I know she loves you just as much and you mean the world to her.
Although each day brings a new adventure, one routine remains the same, each night we come home and have a glass of beer. We sit down, relax, sip on our beverages and watch you dance and wiggle til it's time for bed.
Thank you for being such a joy and removing the need of a television from our lives.
One day, Mamoo and I will sit and enjoy the evening having a beer with you, until then enjoy your numnum.

All my love,
Mom

Two Months!

Dear Rosella,

You are a gift from God.

Slightly over two months old, this first letter is long overdue, but in my defense I'm so busy spending my time staring at you in amazement that I have not given myself a moment for writing. Please excuse the lack of finesse, it is written without editing, which if you spoke to Mamoo is a big no-no. As your mother, who you will find long winded, I start this letter about how your father and my love story began to where we are today.

 Our love story, in honesty neither your father nor I were looking for love. To be frank, neither of us wanted love at that point in our lives. He was relaxing on holiday and I was enjoying the life of the night in a city of endless adventures. When we met it was not love, but there was a connection. Your father was tall, smooth, smart and most of all clever, he kept me on my toes.  That night we met we spoke for hours, when one bar closed we went to the next, when it closed we sat outside refusing to acknowledge the sun creeping up on us. Now I did not know if it was just the beginning of a friendship or a flame that would die out tomorrow as I walked away from him to get in a taxi, but the moment I sat down and caught my breath, I looked at my phone to check the time and he had already sent me a text, it read, “Boom, super keen.” Three words are all it took to nearly send me into back handsprings. 

Over the course of a summer, I fell hard for your daddy, but was I going to admit it? Not even if I was on fire. Your father was something I had not seen in a long time, a gentleman. Eventually, I let him meet my parents and I will tell you something that I foresee me telling you a million times, Mamoo is always right. After she met him, she knew that he was not just my man but he was THE man for me. 

 Shortly after, I followed Dad to England, not because I was especially interested in a country I imagined as perpetual winter and people with dental issues, but because I wanted to see if “us” would work out. Were we merely a summer love that you look back fondly over the years and think, “what if”, or was this something we could manage, the long distance. That month began two things, the knowledge of my overwhelming and everlasting love to your father and my pregnancy. 

No honey you were not planned, nor was your surprise met with great joy or celebrations at first. I was scared, more scared than I had ever been in my life. But after speaking to your father, I did not feel alone, he not only gave me strength, he gave me reassurance that we were in this together for the long haul.  Then I told my two best friends, Mamoo and Sweetpea, they provided the support and love I needed. Here yet again, Mamoo is always right, she told me that having you would be a choice I would never regret and that my life would have meaning, purpose and each day would be overflowing with joy just because you exist.  You merely existing in my belly gave each day a happiness that radiated from my core. I no longer felt alone or scared, you were already my everything. 

As the due date approached people asked me if I was scared about labor or being a mother, to be honest being scared never once crossed my mind. I was on the verge of meeting the blessing I had become so close to over the nine months and all I wanted was you in my arms. I think you felt the same way because the birth was a breeze and when we were finally united after all those months of waiting I was washed over with a feeling I had never encountered, blissful perfection.

Two months you have graced this Earth and every day I have thanked God for you. Each breath you take is a gift he has given to me. You have given my life worth. I sit staring at you wondering how I am so lucky, how something so perfect and sweet was given to me. If during my life I am never given the answer I will find myself grateful of having the question to ask.

Rosella, you may not have been planned but never think that meant you were unwanted. God gave you to us because he deemed us worthy of being graced with an angel. Your presence in my opinion is a miracle and not everyone gets one, I will thank him everyday for giving you to us. I will show my gratitude by trying to be the best mother  I can, showering you with love and protecting you as well as I can in a world of hard lessons.

For now, I will go watch you sleep peacefully and lay beside you cherishing every moment of your beauty.

Love,

Mom

1 Month old

Rosella,

As of Saturday- you are 1 month old!

Let me tell you, you have come a long way in just a short period of time. You are looking more and more like your beautiful Momma each and every day- but that's okay, because just as much as I enjoy looking at your Momma I enjoy looking at you and seeing her in you.

You love to be on your stomach, you spend a lot of the day just trying to kick yourself along off of anything you can, it wont be long before you are crawling to wherever you want to go! You also love to spend lots of time on Daddy's shoulder, we spend a couple of hours a day rocking and cuddling together, Daddy's shoulders are nice and big so there is plenty of room for you to sprawl out and relax. It is especially soothing when you have a sore tummy like you have been having the past couple of days, it must be so scary not knowing what is going on inside of you and not knowing what all of these feelings are- but it's okay, Mummy and Daddy are here to help you when it gets scary.

Right now Poppa Baz and Queenie are in Wilmington enjoying the beach, they will be back tomorrow. They loved meeting you so much, it was long overdue and they were finally so happy to hold you in their arms at RDU airport. (Ask us to show you the video that Mamoo took, you will love it).

This is my first proper post, so it may not  be the most eloquent, and I am still not sure what exactly to write. So instead I have just decided not to worry about if it is fluid or interesting- I am just going to write what I am thinking

 I am sure your Mummy will agree that this is often how I go about all of our conversations, streams of consciousness! You will grow to love it just like she does.

Right, Ro, I will have to sign off. You are having some tummy issues at the moment and I am going to go help Momma soothe you. I hope you feel better soon.

Thank you for changing my life for the better.

I love you with all my heart little one,

Daddy.

xxx

Rosella Wynne Price.

Born 26th of June 2014.

Birth weight: 9lb 5oz.

Birth height: 21"

Loved by her doting mother Molly, and her loving father Daniel.

Welcome to Letters to Rosella, where Molly and I will be writing a letter or more a week to our beautiful daughter. We will write to her about our thoughts, what we wish for her, what she does that makes us smile, about watching her grow. We will offer advice, humour, love and our thoughts.

We hope you enjoy reading.

Rosella- we love you. 

Daddy,

Dan

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