Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Two weeks and one day ago, we met this little lady for the first time. When the doctor handed her to me, she locked her eyes onto mine and clutched my finger. I fell in love harder than I ever thought possible in that moment.
The past 15 days have been measured in hours between feedings, too many diaper changes to count, and taking in her newborn glow.
There have been tears, both hers and mine, but the smiles and cuddles outweigh them.
At times I worry that I'll break her somehow, so I clutch her tighter. When she sleeps longer than I expect, I watch her little chest move up and down to make sure she's ok.
I've become a sentimental sap whenever my mom comes over, because I can't believe that I was once this tiny and that someday Everly will be my age, perhaps with her own little baby, crying about the same passage of time.
I'm sleepy, but she is such a sweet baby. I know that while these first few weeks are tough, they won't last forever and I should treasure the magic of these moments.
Two weeks ago, our world was turned upside down in the best possible way. I can remember our lives before she was here, but I can't imagine a future without her.
She is the love of our lives, and I'm so thankful that I get to be her mom.