04/17/2026
And somehow my spirited little newborn that roared her way into the world is turning into a vibrant, sweet, funny, and a keep-me-on-my-toes little girl
It’s borderline cruel (yet wonderful) how much watching your baby grow breaks your heart and makes it triple in size at the same time
In the early days I remember constantly wishing for the times when it would be just a little easier. When it wouldn’t take a marathon to get her to sleep, when breastfeeding didn’t feel so challenging, when my back didn’t ache from all of the carrier naps, when it didn’t feel like it was all too much.
And then in a blink 7 months pass and she now nurses to sleep, gives open mouth kisses, says mama and dada, crawls around like a maniac, and makes us a constantly laugh
Thanks to motherhood amnesia there are times I miss the early early days - the oxytocin gushes, the rawness, the newness, the sweetness. And I’m thankful that I remember that intertwined with all the hard.
Tonight I was bouncing her to sleep on our exercise ball. (The ball I spent hours (and hours and hours and hours) on in her first 12 weeks…) And she was like a koala bear on my chest similar to the first photo and it took me back.
Time is fleeting and I am so damn grateful I get to be this wonderful little lady’s mama, and that her soul chose mine to be her mother.
And I am so dang proud to be 7.5 months into breastfeeding, co-sleeping, and mother-daughtering.. and life is ~ starting ~ to feel normal
If you’re in the early days or going to be soon, soak it up because it does get easier with time (you will start to feel normal again I promise) and you only get that time once 🫶🏼