The Newborn Haze

Somehow I blinked and Claire hit three weeks old and counting. That's almost a month old.

A MONTH OLD.

Whaaaat? I swear I was just walking in to the hospital for my induction yesterday.. and now it's nearly November.

Just look how much she's grown!

The last few weeks have been a blur. A happy blur, emotional blur, exhausted blur, full of surprises blur.

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Flailing hands and fumbling breastfeeds.

Plenty of snuggles and sniffing that sweet newborn scent in her hair.

Heart exploding moments watching these two girls get to know each other.

Sobbing moments in the wee hours of the morning, trying to re-learn how this all works.

Face twitches and cheeky smiles while she drifts off to sleep.

Hours spent memorising her face, taking in every feature of this new little person, who is so different to what I imagined, but so exactly what I had been dreaming of for the longest time.

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I have so much to say, and no energy to say it all.

Let me just tell you this right now: I've never been so tired, or so happy, in my entire life.. and I'm loving it.

These moments are worth all of the heartache and the disappointment and the frustration. I'd do it again in a heartbeat.