One thing I can say with absolute certainty about being a parent: our capacity to love another person grew by about a million percent the moment we laid eyes on her.
My little girl - my daughter - is 6 weeks old. I can't believe where the time has gone! In all honesty I can't really muster up an apology for not blogging because, let's face it, spending time with this brand new little person is much more important than blogging about spending time with this brand new little person.
So, who is my little girl? At this stage, she's still mostly a glorified fetus, however she has started giggling, rarely, and when she smiles at me it makes me soar. My little Morgan sleeps about 6 hours straight on good nights, then wakes up for about a half hour for some food and cuddles, then sleeps usually another 3 or 4 hours. That's amazing!
She has her witching hours of course - usually around noon and again around 6 in the evening, as we are trying to settle her down for bed. After a couple of weeks discerning that she had a combination of gassiness and lactose overload, we have started to see a happier baby lately. She doesn't strain as much during her waking hours, and she naps better. Granted, she naps in her swing, but apparently anything goes up to 2 months of age.
The next few weeks will be a bit more challenging for us as we start to get her into a sleeping pattern at night, one in which we don't let her fall asleep in our arms before gently placing her in her crib. No - this time, we have to put her to bed drowsy and let her cry. Listening to my baby cry out for me is going to be utter torture.
