25 sweet little weeks.
I have stopped calling her newborn.
A newborn doesn't roll over, get stuck and then cry and vomit until someone rescues them.
A newborn doesn't clamp down on your nipple and then giggle when you tell them "No!"
A newborn doesn't watch the fork travelling from the dinner plate to your mouth like a little hawk.
A newborn doesn't kick so delightedly in their bath that their Daddy is soaked through.
And a newborn can't yet rest their little hand upon your face and gaze up at the mother she has created.
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter.