Life as a New Mom: We’ll Sing Just One More Song [VIDEO]

Yes; I am going to wax sentimental about my kid and how fast she's growing, but let me go ahead and hook you in: THIS POST CONTAINS A VIDEO OF ME, MEG SUMMERS, SINGING. Yep--I talk about other people's singing all day long and now it's your chance to hear what it sounds like when doves cry... I mean, when I sing.

I shot the video above two years ago. Before you hate on me for filming in portrait mode, let me explain... at the time, I could stop my then-three-month-old from fussing by letting her play "The Baby Game." I would turn on my Galaxy S3's front-facing camera and hold it in her line of vision so that she could see herself. She was mesmerized. I wanted to remember how tiny she was, so I recorded this video. I sent it out as a greeting to some of our family.

Please note my caterwauling was never intended for public consumption. I can carry a tune as well as I can carry a kicking, screaming two-year-old, so NOT WELL. Anyway, this video is good for a laugh... and to see how precious and tiny Dolly was.

Time for me to start getting real... REAL AND EMOTIONAL... I forget how TINY Dolores was--she was a late pre-term baby, weighing just five pounds the day she was born.

Our first Christmas together was... magic. I've mentioned it before, but I suffered from severe endometriosis and PCOS. Multiple specialists told me I would never have a child; I would never be able to get pregnant. I've always loved the holidays, but they were so hard on me.

I'd see other families and think Why Me? Why can't I have this?

I'd resigned myself to this sad fate, but then--a miracle. Every child is a miracle, and mine is so much more. I got through a very frightening pregnancy: Pre-eclampsia, two months of bedrest, and the most harrowing experiences of my life--Dolores was almost delivered at 28 weeks, and again at 32. We made it through all of that, and holding that sweet infant in my arms was the answer to a lifetime of prayers.

Now back to our first Christmas... I was so happy I would randomly burst out into tears. Christmas is my favorite time of year, and finally, finally experiencing it with my baby made me the happiest person on the planet. I would sing Christmas carols to Dolly in place of lullabies. Singing those songs to her--that's among my favorite memories of all time.

I sang carols again to my little one-year-old in 2013. She'd grown so much, gotten so much heavier. I couldn't cradle her in my arms the way I held little infant Dolly, but I still held her. And I sang. I sang so many songs--I wanted to make as many Christmas memories as I could.

My daughter is now two, and yes--I still sing to her. This year it's different--she likes to sing, too. I sit down beside her little toddler bed and we sing "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" together. She loves the song so much she asks for it by name.

"Mommy," she says in that precious voice of her, "Sing Christmas."

We'll sing it once... twice... three times. She always asks for me to sing it just one more time. I could say no--there are dishes to clean, laundry to fold, so many other chores waiting on me.

I will let them wait. It's Christmas; I am with my sweet miracle baby, and yes, I will always have time for one more song.