Naomi turned 6 weeks old today. She's so much more alert these days, and her little smiles can melt my heart. It's crazy how time flies. Just 6 weeks ago my life was completely different, I could go out whenever I wanted, eat whenever I wanted, even shower and go to the bathroom whenever I felt like it. Now I have a little mini-me that dictates my schedule.
I'm finally starting to feel like a mom. Getting used to reading her cues for when she's really hungry, or just wants to suck on her hand or pacifier. Finally recognizing her cues for when she needs to go down for a nap, and how to soothe her when she's just being fussy.
The more I get to know my little girl, the more I realize how blessed I am. Childbirth and children in general truly are little miracles. I'm constantly mesmerized by how tiny her little bones are. That within her little chest is a tiny heart probably no bigger than a couple of inches at most.
This week has been pretty tough with bad news of loss and sadness from friends and family. When you think about it, there really are a million things that have to go right in order for a full term pregnancy to run it's course with no problems. How lucky am I that the worst of my problems was a little morning sickness for the first 3 months of pregnancy? So many times I've taken for granted how miraculous it is that in 9 months Naomi was able to grow and foster and develop into the tiny perfect little person that she is. I can hear her coo-ing in her crib right now, and in 5 minutes the little mini-me will become the dictator that she is, demanding her food and diaper change and attention. But all jokes aside, despite any fussiness, despite all the changes, the lack of freedom, sleep deprivation, raging hormones and crazy emotions, I thank God for the gift and miracle that he's given us in Naomi.
On another note, Naomi can't really fit her Newborn onesies anymore. Although I'm ecstatic she's growing well, it's a bit bittersweet to see her growing so fast.