Today was the day I've been waiting for since Reagan was born; the day that first precious smile happens. Now I know that she's smiled plenty of times while she was sleeping, but I credit that to some awesome dreams or some awesome gas. Last night she even smiled at the ceiling while she was awake, but still not a smile directed at a person. For the last five-ish weeks, Reagan's face has either been peaceful or squished in some not-too-happy screaming faces, and with her tummy issues, it has been more often than not the screaming face.
I've been trying to get her to smile at me this whole time. I feel I deserve the first smile. I'm the one up with her at 2am and 4am and 6am for all of those fabulous feedings. I'm the one protecting her from the overbearing, but loving arms of her crazed brother. I'm the one supplying her with the nourishment she needs to continue to maintain her chubby figure (seriously-she's lost her neck behind her extra chins).
And today she smiled. A real full, mouth open beam. Was I the recipient of her first show of real positive emotion? No, and I'm okay with that. Her first smile was at her brother. Reagan usually will try to follow Luke with her eyes, but he goes at such a fast, she has a hard time keeping up. Today he was sitting next to me watching "snow" (the Olympics). She was so excited that he was near her.
I know at some point in the very near future, I will probably want to rip my hair out as they fight with each other. In those moments, I'll be able to remember today. She loved him as much as he loves her.