My baby girl is ten weeks old today.
I know it’s a cliché but it’s all going so fast.
Mind you it doesn’t feel like that when she screams so hard she turns beetroot red.
I’m meant to be asleep but I wanted to acknowledge this milestone. I like to take a picture of her every Wednesday, to record the weeks passing by as I used to record my bump growing each week. I nearly missed it today and I have just snuck into our room and taken this.
Like her brother her skin is so pale when she sleeps. She is a defiant and sensitive soul and keeps me on my toes. The way I feel about her is complicated, utter devotion mixed into utter despair at times. But her smile pours liquid joy into my heart and I heard her voice for the first time today.
It was beautiful.