Our Must-Have Baby Items

I’ve officially been a parent for 12 weeks and therefore am expert on all things baby related.



I wish.

But in all honesty, there are so many things that I’ve learned since having Holden and I continue to learn more and more each day.

There are also items that I’ve come to rely on when it relates to parenting our dear boy. Many of our friends and family have asked Chris and I to compile a list of our must-have baby items and you’ll find all of our favorites listed below. These are items that we literally use daily and feel comfortable recommending to those that are expecting their own little bundles.

Timeflys Video Baby Monitor 

I love this baby monitor. I knew that I wanted to have a video monitor and the Timeflys monitor not only has a high quality video (especially in the dark) with a great resolution, but also tells me the temperature in Holden’s room. It has both a motion and noise sensor and will turn on if it detects either. It also works as a walkie talkie and allows me to talk to Holden through the handheld monitor. I’m also a big fan of it NOT connecting to our Wi-Fi. I don’t need any creepers hacking our monitor to spy on or talk to our baby.

Fisher-Price Deluxe Rainforest Gym

It took a little while for Holden to actually enjoy being in his rainforest gym but now he absolutely loves it. Mom and dad love it too because it allows us to actually get things done while he plays.

Holden Fisher-Price Jungle Gym

Ares has also taken to the jungle although we’re pretty sure it’s just because he likes hanging out with his dad.


We stumbled upon the Keekaroo on a trip to Vancouver, Canada. I was 6 months pregnant and planned on buying a regular ol’ changing pad but the unique shape of the Keekaroo caught our eye. Upon further inspection, we decided to buy one for our nursery. We love how soft it is but the real reason why we recommend the Keekaroo is for how insanely easy it is to clean.

If Holden happens to make a mess while on the pad, all we have to do is wipe it down with a Clorox wipe and BOOM, clean. There’s no changing pads to wash and our little babe seems to really love the soft and squishy feel of the Keekaroo. This is hands down Chris’ favorite baby item. It’s a little pricey (ours was $100) but in our opinion, totally worth it.

Baby Bopp Portable Changing Station

I spent many hours trying to find the perfect diaper bag. I wanted something functional but cute and preferred that my diaper bag resemble more of a purse. All of the diaper bags that I was interested in were ridiculously expensive and in the end, I decided to use this spacious purse and fill it with a portable changing station.

I like that I can simply grab the clutch out of my purse and take it with me to change Holden. Ours holds a handful of diapers, a package of wipes, baby Vaseline, hand sanitizer, and a spare onesie. If Chris is changing Holden, all he needs to do is grab the diaper clutch and he’s good to go.

Lanisoh Lanolin

If you’re having a baby soon and are planning on breast feeding, get at least one tube of Lanisoh Lanolin. Use it after every.single.feeding for the first two weeks. Trust me. You’ll thank me later.

Love to Dream Swaddle

We tried half a dozen different swaddles with Holden. While he sleeps better with his arms slightly restricted, the boy loves having his feet unbound. The Love to Dream swaddles are perfect in that they still allow him to self-soothe (sucking his hands or rubbing his hands along his cheek) but restrict him enough so that he doesn’t startle himself awake.

The swaddles are easy to put on and the dual zippers allow for easy diaper changing. The Love to Dream swaddles also come in different fabrics depending on the weather. Not only do the swaddles work wonders when it comes to sleeping, but the kiddos look super adorable in them as well.


After doing a ton of research, Chris and I decided not to introduce a pacifier or bottle until breastfeeding was well established. For us, we felt comfortable at around the three week mark and thankfully Holden had no issues with nipple confusion.

That being said, this guy LOVES his pacifiers. We are now the proud owners of three WubbaNubs (a duck, a frog, and an octopus) that we have on-hand at all times. Chris has a cousin who’s going to be an orthodontist (and let’s be honest, with our genes the kid’s mouth is screwed anyway) so we have no qualms with his WubbaNub obsession.

Holden with his WubbaNub and Love to Dream swaddle
Holden with his WubbaNub and Love to Dream swaddle

Why are these better than just a regular pacifier? Well, the WubbaNubs are much cuter and come in a variety of forms. Most WubbaNubs are made with limbs that stabilize the pacifier thus preventing it from falling out of the babe’s mouth. We’ll set the frog on top of Holden’s chest and he’ll grab the nipple whenever he sees fit. It’s great.

Fisher-Price Rock N Play Automatic Sleeper

My friend Kristen first introduced me to the Rock N Play. After being home a week with Holden I reached out to see if we could borrow the Rock N Play that she used with her son. I thought that Holden was suffering from reflux and that sleeping with his head slightly elevated would help.

Holden loving his Rock N Play at our San Juan hotel
Holden loving his Rock N Play at our San Juan hotel

I’m not sure if the Rock N Play actually aided his reflux (or if he really suffered from it in the first place) but he loved sleeping in it so much that we decided to purchase our own. We sprung for an automatic one that rocks and plays music. We can also control it from our smart phones.

He’s still sleeping in his Rock N Play (he slept 8 straight hours last night!) and will hopefully transition to his crib in a few weeks. Fingers crossed.

Fisher-Price My Little Snuggabunny Bouncer

This is another product that Holden initially hated and now adores. He refused to sit in this bouncer early on. In fact, I had Chris put in it storage for the first two months of his Holden’s life.

For a while, the only way that we could calm Holden was to swaddle him and bounce him on an exercise ball. While it did the trick, it left mom and dad feeling very sore. The kiddo is pretty heavy and bouncing him for hours a day really did a number on our back and legs.

Insert the bouncer. Now we can just set him in it and bounce him to sleep. He’ll take a few cat naps in it throughout the day (under supervision, of course) and seems to really enjoy it.

Owlet Baby Monitor

This was our big huge splurge. I’ve talked a little about my bouts of extreme anxiety and spoiler alert: it doesn’t get better with the arrival of a child that you absolutely adore. I’m pretty sure I heard about the Owlet baby monitors before I was even pregnant and knew that it would be a product that I would end up buying.

Owlet baby monitor

I love that it syncs with our phones and that it monitors his heart rate and oxygen levels. If it works as it should, it will alert us if anything fluctuates beyond normal. I’m hoping to never have to hear the dreaded red alert but am enjoying the extra peace of mind (and sleep) that it allows me. Worth every penny.

A travel love story

Chris recently surprised me with a little gift. I knew he was working on a video but I didn’t know just how much I was going to fall in love with it. This video is a sweet ode to our relationship but there’s a little twist at the end. Let’s just say that it left me in tears at the end.

I want to share this little piece of our lives with you. Take a peek at our love story below.

What’s in a name?

Holden Brave Christopher Staudinger

What a name. It’s safe to say that our son will need to master the alphabet when it comes to spelling his name. Choosing a name for our little guy proved to be more challenging than we initially thought.

A small issue lied with a Staudinger family tradition. In Chris’ family, the first born son is given his father’s first name as his middle name. So, since Chris’ dad’s name is Michael, Chris’ full name is Christopher Michael Staudinger. We knew that if we had a son, his middle name would need to be Christopher in order to carry on the tradition.

That meant that our son’s middle and last name were already decided and that both ended in -er. All of the names that we loved also ended in -er. Fletcher Christopher Staudinger. October Christopher Staudinger. Sawyer Christopher Staudinger. Each one a mouthful, and yes, those are all names we truly considered. We decided that we would have to settle on a name that didn’t end in -er.

Neither of us can remember exactly how it went down (roles are reversed depending on if it’s Chris or me telling the story) but we can both agree that we were in the car when we decided on Holden’s name. I get to tell you my version since this is my blog.

I had never read Catcher in the Rye before choosing his name. In fact, the first time I had ever heard the name Holden was from Chris. Chris often talks about the hike that he would take with his dad to a place called Holden Village in the North Cascade Mountains. He speaks fondly of his time there (in particular the freshly churned huckleberry ice cream and the bowling alley with pins you had to set up yourself) and truth be told, I’ve always liked the way “Holden” sounds when it rolled off the tip of his tongue. I distinctly remember turning to Chris on a drive home from Oregon and asking him if he liked the name Holden.

He loved it, I loved it, and it stuck.

"Brave like daddy"
“Brave like daddy”

And as for the middle name, I knew I wanted something unique. We decided that two middle names would just have to suffice as I adored the name Brave. I like the fact that if Holden is ever feeling worried, afraid or timid, I can tell him that his “Brave” is literally his middle name. I hope that will bring him at least a little reassurance and courage.



It’s 4:25 in the morning and I’m wide awake sitting in the dark on my living room floor, ferociously devouring a bowl of Lucky Charms while catching up on current events. I forgot to eat dinner last night and I can’t remember when I showered last.

So this is motherhood.

You would think that I’m awake at this ungodly hour because I’m tending to the needs of my newborn son but in fact, he’s passed out and snoring quite loudly in the bedroom. I really should be sleeping too. You know, the whole “sleep when baby sleeps” thing. But I’ve been awake since Holden’s 2:30 feeding, reflecting on the past seven weeks.

I’m a parent. I’m a mom. Nearly two months ago we brought home a tiny little baby and while we read countless books, attended baby classes, and heeded the advice of our friends with kids, we still had no idea what we were getting ourselves into.

I’m physically exhausted. For a newborn that’s supposed to sleep upwards of twenty hours a day, you would think that Chris and I would have more down time. I honestly don’t know where our day goes. From the early morning feedings, to the hours spent soothing and cuddling our little one, it feels like our entire day is spent tending to Holden’s needs. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the days of being able to sleep as long as I wanted (and when I wanted).

Everyone tells you that you won’t sleep once you bring your newborn home. I foolishly believed that it was something that I would be able to handle. After all, I was only getting an hour or two of sleep during my last month of pregnancy. The difference is that I was able to nap multiple times throughout the day. That’s no longer the case.

I lose sleep because I’m too busy staring at his adorable face while he naps. I lose sleep because I lie awake in bed, listening to the sound of his breathing (read: snoring), jumping up to check on him if he goes silent. I lose sleep because I’m trying to figure out how to make the world a better place so that he doesn’t have to face the same challenges, struggles, and hate that we are surrounded by today. 

Feeding Holden

And my body, while healed from the trauma of labor, still hurts. It now partially belongs to a tiny human who depends on it for nourishment and comfort. My heart hurts. It hurts with how much I have fallen in love with my little guy. There are days when I am practically crying for the chance to take a twenty minute nap, but as soon as Holden falls asleep, I miss him and spend the time I could be sleeping staring at his perfect chubby face. 

I have never been more exhausted in my entire life.

I have also never been so elated.

Everyone says that the first few weeks are the hardest and that it gets better. I believe them. And while this is one of the more challenging times in my life, I know I’m going to miss the newborn stage once its gone. So bring on the sleepless nights and baby cuddles. They’re only going to be around for so long.

newborn cuddles




Holden Brave’s birth story

Throughout my pregnancy I would constantly find myself in awe at what my body was capable of doing. I could grow and nurture another human being within my womb. My stomach stretched further than I could have ever imagined and I could feel my hips and ligaments bowing under the weight of my growing baby.

It wasn’t until the end of my pregnancy that my body began to succumb to the rigors of growing a child. It wasn’t only my belly that was swollen but also my hands, feet, and ankles. I had trouble drawing a full breath and was constantly tired. I attributed all of these ailments to being at the end of my pregnancy so I was shocked, when at my 38 week appointment, I was told that my typically low blood pressure was alarmingly high. My blood pressure, coupled with the swelling of my hands and feet, lead my midwife to order me to get some lab work done.

Monitoring the baby at what would end up being my last midwife appointment at 38 weeks.
Monitoring the baby at what would end up being my last midwife appointment at 38 weeks.

I immediately knew what they were looking for. I had read up about preeclampsia early on and knew that it was dangerous for the mother. If gone untreated, I could be struck with seizures and even die. It was May 17th, two weeks before his due date, and I went to the lab for blood work. It was early in the afternoon and while my midwife thought that it might just be a fluke, she assured me that she would contact me as soon as the results were in.

I got home and immediately went over our birth plan. I looked over what we had recently added…

-We would prefer not to be induced and don’t want to have to use Pitocin.

-Intermittent fetal monitoring (I want to be mobile while in labor)

-Able to labor in the tub

-Delayed cord clamping

If I were to have my dream labor it would be a very quick, non-medicated vaginal delivery. I mean, it sounds great, right? I would pray at night for a six hour natural labor with minimal trauma to me or baby. Seriously.

At nine o’clock that night we got the call. My labs came back and I had mild preeclampsia. The only cure for preeclampsia is to deliver and since I was far enough along, they wanted to induce me. Our midwife informed me that the hospital was full but as soon as a bed opened up they wanted me to come in. I asked when she thought I would be in, thinking that it would be in the next few days. She responded with, “Probably in an hour or two.”

As soon as she said it I was dumbstruck. We were going to have a baby. And soon. I hung up the phone, told Chris, and immediately ran through a list of things we needed to do before we left for the hospital. I sent Chris to the store to buy snacks for himself so we wouldn’t starve during labor. I started vacuuming and cleaning the bathrooms. I went over our packing list and made sure to slip my bathing suit in my bag so that I could labor in the tub. Yes, I packed like I was about to go to a vacation resort. It’s laughable now.

One of the last photos I have of my pregnant. This was right after we arrived at the hospital.
One of the last photos I have of me pregnant. This was right after we arrived at the hospital.

At ten thirty we were told to make our way to the hospital. After checking in and getting to our room, our midwife began running triage. I already had a blood pressure cuff on me and an IV in my arm (so much for being able to be mobile) and as our midwife’s assistant was listening to my heart beat she stopped and asked our midwife to listen. It was determined that my heartbeat had a regular irregular beat to it. It was unlike anything anyone in the room had ever heard before. It was then that they called in for an EKG.

The EKG involved even more wires. As the results from the EKG came back, even more people entered the room. The cardiologist said that the EKG reported that I had a heart attack. Everyone was perplexed. Obviously, I was fine but apparently my pregnancy was throwing my body out of whack.

This was just a fraction of all the things I was hooked up to. Goodbye, birth plan!
This was just a fraction of all the things I was hooked up to. Goodbye, birth plan!

Once it was determined that I was okay, I was told that I was going to be given a cervix softener before I was given Pitocin. I asked if I had to have the Pitocin and was told that was how labor was going to be induced. I was disappointed but also knew that we had to get the baby out. The night nurse assured me that everything was going to be okay but that I should also prepare myself for a long labor. She quoted that it could be two or even three days before our little man arrived.

I was given the cervix softener at 1:30 in the morning. Chris and I then passed out for the night with the hopes of resting as much as we could before labor started. I woke up at 6AM on my own and thirty minutes later my water broke. I called the nurse who checked me and she excitedly exclaimed that I was already 3 centimeters dilated and it looked like labor was going to start all on its own. No Pitocin needed! Thank God!

The contractions came on fast and strong. It took all of my effort to breathe through them. The next few hours seem like a blur. By 9AM I was in so much pain that I pleaded for an epidural. At that point, a natural labor was the furthest thing from my mind. I was already 6 centimeters and I didn’t see how much longer I could endure the contractions.

At 9:30 the anesthesiologist came in. By that point, the pain was blinding. I remember grasping the rail of my bed as I tried to make it through each contraction. Our nurse noticed a shift in my demeanor, looked at the anesthesiologist and said, “I don’t think she’s getting an epidural. I think the baby’s coming.” All I remember after that is the anesthesiologist saying “Good luck and congratulations” as he left the room.

Immediately after he left I looked at our nurse and told her that I wanted to push. Her eyes were wide and I remember a whirl of movement as the midwives and nurses began to prepare for the arrival of our baby. They kept telling me not to push but my body completely took over. Women in baby blue scrubs were running around the room frantically trying to set up everything they needed for the birth. He was coming whether we were ready or not.

The midwives told me to push whenever I felt the urge. I know it’s going to sound weird, but pushing actually brought a sense of relief. I preferred pushing to the intense pain of the contractions. And at 10:05, after thirty minutes of pushing with Chris by my side, we welcomed sweet Holden Brave into the world. He was immediately placed on my chest and it was just like the movies. I cried, Chris cried, Holden cried.

He looks like an alien but this is the first photo we have together. Just a few minutes old.
He looks like an alien but this is the first photo we have together. Just a few minutes old.

My entire world changed in that moment. We spent the first hour of Holden’s life with him on my chest, skin-to-skin. Everyone quietly exited the room leaving Chris and I with precious moments to bond with our new baby. I now understand why it’s referred to as “the golden hour.” We spent an uninterrupted hour (probably a little more) studying his little toes and the soft tufts of hair on his head. He looked nothing like I expected him to but he was perfect in every way.

Cuddling with my little love
Cuddling with my little love

While my labor and delivery ended up being nothing like I expected it to be, I wouldn’t change a thing. I ended up getting the quick, drug free labor that I wanted and most of all, I had a healthy baby. I feel so incredibly blessed and can’t believe that Chris and I are parents. What a sweet and wild ride.

He’s here!

Actually, he’s been here. I’ve been so wrapped up in baby cuddles that I haven’t had the time to formally introduce you to my son. The hubs and I are head over heels for this little guy.

Dear World, we’d like you to meet

Holden Brave Christopher Staudinger

Meet the new baby

He was born May 18th, weighing in at 7 lbs 4 oz and 20 inches long. Everything about him is perfect, from his adorably chubby cheeks to his long skinny toes. He’s turned our entire world upside down and we love him for it.

Holden is officially three weeks today and while he still seems so brand new it also feels like we’ve had him forever. I can’t imagine life without this little guy.

I’ll have more on his intense birth story in the next few days. But for now, back to baby cuddles.

Any day now, baby

We are officially nine days from our due date. I can even tell people that I’m due next week. It’s too real.

Chris and I are going through all the emotions. We’re elated, thrilled, terrified, and anxious all at the same time. I’m so ready to have my body back. I can’t wait to be able to see my toes and walk up the stairs without getting out of breathe. I want to be able to wear pants again. Like, real pants. When I accidentally drop things on the floor, they stay there. Bending over is the worst. I definitely want this baby out.

That being said, once he’s out, he’s OUT. And then what? Then we have a baby. A tiny human that is going to depend on us for everything. A baby that we’re entrusted to love, care for, protect, and teach. Baby H literally knows nothing about the outside world and he has so much to learn. And we’re the ones that are supposed to help teach him how this crazy universe works. That’s a ton of responsibility.

We’ve read countless books, attended baby classes, interrogated our friends that have kids, and googled late into the night and we still feel like we know nothing. We’re the Jon Snow of baby rearing. How can one possibly prepare for all of the emotions and feels that come with a new baby? I’m confident in my swaddling abilities, we know to put the baby to sleep on his back and that we have to sterilize his pacifiers. But what about the rest?

Don’t even get me started on labor. How will I feel postpartum? Will I heal quickly? How much will I depend on Chris to care for both me and the baby? Will Baby H be born healthy? What about encountering complications during labor and delivery?

And then what happens once we’re home? What will the first few weeks be like? Do we spend our days feeding, changing, and not sleeping? Will be all be patient with each other as we figure this parenting thing out? How many break downs should I expect.

Oh, and then there’s the future. When will we take Baby H on his first trip? Where will we go? Will he be an easy traveler?

These are just some of the questions that have been plaguing our thoughts as we anxiously await Baby H’s arrival. I’m comforted in the fact that there are a few things I do know. I know that I have, hands down, the best partner to take this journey with me. I know that we’re going to laugh and love our way through the sleepless nights, countless diapers, and many mishaps. I know that we have a huge support system behind us, a plethora of friends and family that have loved Baby H since the second they learned of his existence. And I know that our son is already so incredibly loved.

Baby H, whether we’re ready or not, we can’t wait to meet you. Just go easy on your dad and I as we try to sort this whole parenting thing out.


Getting ready

Alright little guy, it’s official. We have everything that we need for your arrival. Your Keekaroo changing pad arrived this afternoon, the changing table is stocked with diapers, wipes, and creams. We put together your travel system and will install your car seat tomorrow. We’ve been playing with your baby monitor for the last few days and the nature white noise from your bouncer has lulled me to sleep the past three nights. Don’t even get me started on your clothes. You have outfits to last you throughout your entire first year.

I’ve even purchased all the not-so-fun postpartum items for myself. Witch hazel, adult diapers (eep!), pads, and aloe are scheduled to arrive over the next couple of days. I even ordered a new package of dates that are said to help prepare the cervix and uterus for labor. Crazy, right?

So yes, it’s safe to say that we’re materialistically prepared for your arrival. You could come tomorrow and we’d have everything that you could possibly need (and then some). Do we feel prepared mentally and emotionally? Well, that’s a different story.

Thoughts and feelings before baby's arrival

I bounce back and forth between elation and anxiety. As my belly grows bigger (and more uncomfortable) I find myself looking forward to just having you here in my arms. I can’t wait to see what you look like and study the features of your little body. Will you inherit the Filipino nose or the Barut toes? What about your eyes? Will they be the same stormy blue as your dad’s and come with the yellow sunflower-like orb around the pupil? I not-so-secretly hope so.

I think your imminent arrival feels even more real now that our friends greeted their newborn baby girl just a few days ago. It seems like yesterday that we were having dinner with Kim and Steven when they revealed that they were expecting. They had reached eleven weeks and were positively glowing with pride. Your dad and I hadn’t told many people at the time but we knowingly looked at each other before revealing to them that we were also pregnant. Excited screams were shared by all. Being four weeks behind them, it’s crazy to think that you’re coming next!

Your dad and I are anxiously counting down the days until we have you in our arms. We might not know what we’re doing, but we promise to be patient as we all try to navigate this new adventure together.

Featured image taken by the talented Naomi with Flytographer in Maui.


I’m a big fan of lists. There’s something about making a list and then crossing off each task once you finish that is so immensely satisfying to me. I tend to make lists for every occasion: shopping lists, to-do lists, wish lists, etc.

My parents recently visited and brought with them four huge containers of relics from my high school and college years. Among the embarrassing photos, graduation tassels, and hand written love letters, I came across an old journal. Thumbing through the pages of “I heart so-and-so” and high school drama, I stumbled upon a check list. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a list of things I wanted to do before I turned 30.

I’ve always been a girl with goals but I was astounded at just how ambitious I was at that age. My list included adventurous feats like “go on an African safari”  and “become fluent in another language” to the silly and arbitrary like “send a message in a bottle” or “get a bikini wax.” The last one made me laugh out loud. Oh, to be sixteen and excited at the prospect of an “adult wax.”

After scrolling through the list, I realized there were only a handful of items that I couldn’t check off at 30 and a half years old. It’s amazing to think that my sixteen year old self thought that so many of these goals were unattainable, only to be achieved in my wildest dreams. And yet, here we are.

Things to do before I’m 30:

  • Travel to France [x]

travel to france

  • Go on an African safari [x]
  • Go flyfishing [x]
  • Visit an orphanage [x]
  • Get married and have children [x] Well, the baby’s still cookin’...

Get married and have children

  • Send a message in a bottle [x]
  • Get a bikini wax [x] This one still makes me giggle.
  • Get a tattoo [x] Or five…
  • Swim with dolphins [x]
  • Learn to drive a stick shift [x]
  • Vote [x]
  • Learn to salsa [x]
  • Go skydiving [x]

Go skydiving

  • Invent something [ ] This one is up for debate.
  • Meet someone famous [x]
  • Be on TV [x]

Be on TV

  • Stay at a dude ranch [x]
  • Ride horses on a beach [ ] I have rode many horses and been to many beaches, but never at the same time. 
  • Run through a field of wildflowers [x]
  • Go white water rafting [x]
  • Have a kiss in the pouring rain [x]
  • Change someone’s life for the better [x] Chris says I can cross this one off for him. 
  • Visit the bayou in Louisiana [x]

Visit bayou in Louisiana

  • Become fluent in another language [x] Fluent-ish?
  • Learn how to play the banjo [ ] Apparently I need to work on this one.
  • Sing at a karaoke bar [x]
  • Learn sign language [x]
  • “Step” to the top of the Empire State Building [ ] I think I wanted to literally take the stairs to the top. Ambitious. 
  • Be interviewed by a reporter [x]
  • Learn either Arabic or Italian [-] I mean, I know a little bit of both. Half a point. 
  • Learn how to ride a motorcycle [x]
  • Go on a missions trip [x]
  • Go skinny dipping in the ocean [x]

I’m pretty proud of all that I’ve been able to accomplish in my 30 years on earth. I think it’s time that I make a new list of goals for this next decade.

My little buddy

Sweet baby,

You want to know one of my favorite things about you already? You are so good about reassuring me and keeping me calm. I’ve already addressed the anxiety I’ve been feeling since we knew that we were expecting you and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t worry about you constantly.

That being said, you’ve been great. I’ve been told that I should set aside an hour or two every day and count the number of movements I feel from you. I should be able to document at least ten within the allotted time. If I can’t, I might need to contact the doctor. Fortunately for us, this has never been an issue. I can barely get you to calm down in there.

The best part is that now and then I’ll think to myself, “hm, I haven’t felt him move in a while” and every time, as if on key, you’ll send me a reassuring nudge. This morning I thought I felt a tiny kick but I wasn’t sure. As if my doubt awoke you, you then sent me a strong kick straight to the ribs as if to say, “Calm down, mom. It’s all good.” You literally took my breath away.

Your official due date is a mere 52 days away. I have a secret hope that you’ll come a tiny bit early. Your dad was four weeks early and I was three weeks early. If you decided to come two weeks early, I don’t think anyone would be upset. That being said, you’re our child and are sure to be stubborn. You might come two weeks late just to spite us.

We’re preparing ourselves either way.