Hello world. My name is Arden, or so I’m told. Most of the time Sisters call me baby, but Mommy and Daddy are trying their hardest to get them to use my name. I have 5 sisters! And there’s never a lack of hands to hold me close, but my favorite place to be in the whole world, as I know it, is in Mommy’s arms. Daddy’s ok, but there’s nothing like the smell, the touch, the feel of Mommy. I’m pretty sure she feels the same way, because I can feel her face touching my head and I can hear her breathing me in as well. I can’t imagine a happier place.
Mommy and Daddy noticed that I already dream when I sleep, but I’m not telling them if I dream of the last couple of days where everything is so bright, or of the day I left my first home, or of when I was still in that warm and comfy place before that. It was getting really crowded in there, so it’s nice to be able to stretch out my arms and feel the emptiness around me in between my fingers. But sometimes that makes me scared, and so Mommy or Daddy hold me close with my arms tight against my tummy, and I feel much better. I really like being close. When I’m awake, and when I’m asleep. All the time.
I really didn’t want to come out of Mommy’s tummy at first. It was crowded in there, but I didn’t want to leave. I would wiggle my head and refused to go through the right way. But in the end, I decided to come out anyway, but it had to be my way. And my way was without my head being squished. Plus I waited until absolutely everything was just right, which took a while, and then I came out in one push. Everyone was so surprised! And then they said things like how big I was. I guess I’m just a bit ahead of the curve, full of surprises. They measured me and weighed me and determined that I was actually a week and a half older than they estimated. But that was after I got some serious cuddle time with Mommy. It was a little strange feeling her from the outside, but I really love the way she smells, and the way it feels to be against her chest with her arms around me. Oh yeah! I can smell! And breathe! I practiced all that before but it’s really different when you breathe liquid. But all that practice really paid off. The world is lot bigger than I imagined, but it’s ok because I have Mommy to hold me, and feed me. Oh, and I eat! That’s new too, but I really like it. I could do it all day.
Anyway, when everybody saw me, they said things like how big I am, and how my head is perfect – which, of course it is, I worked hard to keep it that way! – and then later they said how I looked like a 3-month old Cosette! That’s so funny. She must have been teeny!
Well, I’m getting sleepy again. I love to sleep. I could do that all day too! But before I go dream my secret dreams, I’ll give you some of the other information that those Other People seem to think is really important.
my full name: Arden Credence Martin-Weber – Arden is the name of a forest in England and the setting of a wonderful Shakespeare play they say is called As You Like It. I’m going to read it later. Arden means “ardent,” “passionate,” or “excited,” and I think I’m living up to that pretty well so far. Credence means belief, faith, credibility. Not sure where I stand on that one yet.
birth date: April 19, 2012 (I share a birthday with my godfather. We were born 31 years and 30 minutes apart!)
birth weight: 8 lbs 10 oz – record breaking Martin-Weber baby! I may be the littlest but I’m the biggest too! I rock.
birth length: 21 1/4 inches – not a record breaker, but still, I’m sure I’m long for my age.
I’m a girl – duh. : ) And that’s just perfect for me.
I have a red birthmark on my forehead (wherever that is – I can’t see it), and it’ll probably fade with time, but it’s the same birthmark that my biggest sister, Ophélia, had, and also my wonderful uncle Preston. It’ll probably fade with time, and pop up when I get angry, er, passionate about something, because that’s my name. Arden.
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