Now that The Chub Muffin is sleeping well at night, taking decent naps, and so much more interactive, I couldn't be happier. Those first few months of marathon feedings, sleepless nights and reflux were hard. Her first few weeks of life were the hardest of my life when she was at Children's. Between the constant worrying, and lack of sleep, I was looking forward to a little bit of normalcy. Don't get me wrong, I was still so excited about her arrival, beyond thankful for the precious gift God had given me after years of uncertainty as to whether we would even be able to have a child, and a loved, loved, LOVED being a mom (something I had always dreamed about).
But right now, I have to say, life is good. Every time I get her up from a nap she smiles at me so big, my heart could burst right then and there. When I swing her around she giggles. She watches me wherever I am in the room, hoping I'll come over and play with her and when I do, a huge grin stretches across her face. She kicks her legs and flails her arms when she's excited. She talks and talks all day long, and we carry on conversations together. She concentrates so hard on what we're doing and when she can, tries her best to imitate (even when she doesn't have the coordination). She rubs and rubs her eyes when she's tired and buries her head into my chest when it's nap time. She is such a happy baby and such a joy to be around.
If I had to dream up what our first child would be like, I couldn't have dreamed something so wonderful. Thank you God, for my precious baby girl.