Two weeks ago today I was recovering in a hospital room, bonding with an hours old baby. Today, that tiny little baby has morphed into this:
Ok, she’s still pretty tiny. Still a newborn in so many ways but in just two weeks she’s changed so much. She’s much more alert than she was just one week ago and she pulls her head up when laying on my chest. Her expressions are evolving and when I’m so exhausted that I want to cry I tell myself that this will go by so quickly (it already has) and that I’ll look back on these days and not remember that she was fussy or demanding but that she was an adorable baby who slept well and ate well and snuggled well. And I will miss it.