Four months old09/07/2011 at 10:49 am | Posted in baby sunshine, Motherhood, PPD | 11 Comments
Tags: baby, four months old, newborn baby
I want to eat this face.
Seriously. I give her cheek-hickies all the time.
And I’m in awe of the fact that she is four months old today.
I feel like we’ve survived a battle, her and me, and come out on the other side relatively unscathed and totally in love with each other.
I was so scared of taking her home from the hospital. Scared of her tiny, fragile body. Scared of her cries. Terrified that history would repeat itself and I’d get sucked into the rabbit hole of postpartum depression.
But it didn’t happen. I survived. And so did she.
And here we are, four months later, waving hello to a milestone that I once thought would take forever to reach.
In the blink of an eye is more like it.
She is smiling, chuckling, rolling. Her face lights up with recognition of the people she loves. She is grabbing toys and shoving them into her mouth. Her thighs are ringed with oh-so-delicious rolls. And her hair is starting to get thin on the sides, just like big sister’s did.
She makes me immeasurably happy.
Happy four months, sweet Sophie girl.