She is no longer a blob. A blob that closes her eyes while she feeds, poops and pees every hour, and sleeps soundly like a baby.
She is now a eyes wide open, hand grasping, chunky monkey who likes to whip on and off the boob and wriggles like a worm. And we have to be quiet like a mouse because she’s turned into a light sleeper.... *sigh*.
She is turning into her own little person.
A little person with separation anxiety and voices her likes and dislikes
One who knows how to smile, tracks me around the room with her eyes like a stalker, blows bubbles with her mouth and kicks like she is preparing for kickboxing championships.
She is growing into her own.
My little baby... growing way too fast.
My heart hurts and is joyful at the same time.
I have a feeling motherhood is constantly mixed with these two emotions constantly.
I just need to remind myself for every single moment.
Oh.... and teething.... she’s started teething. The drool, the red blotchy cheeks, and the fussiness.