Oh, my. Which words might I possibly select and in what possible order might I arrange them so that they come even close to describing all that my beautiful daughter is? These photos do a much better job. But even then, they are not everything. They are not enough. Not nearly enough. Because you […]
Things we do: gaze at one another endlessly chat – and this little girl can talk. She tells me all about it. At 9 weeks! Is that normal? smile and smile and gaze some more rock back and forth in our nursing chair, the chair that's just for us, but that often bears the weight […]
A day late. Because of this day. But here she is, my little Harlow, twice as old as she was four weeks ago. Which is crazy. Eight weeks. It's not a long time, is it? In terms of a life, it means you're still brand new. But eight weeks can be forever. Like when you're […]
Oh, my precious daughter. So tiny and yet, she fills up what I now realise was the biggest hole within me. An empty space of quiet longing, echoing with the frightened question, What if it's not to be? I knew I wanted her but not until Harlow arrived did I understand just how much I needed her. […]
What does a six week old baby girl do? she pulls her mumma's hair, catching it in her tiny fists and holding on with exceptional force she smiles, if you're lucky she vomits, if you're not she grows out of her 0000 clothes but doesn't quite fit her 000 clothes she screams in the […]
Some days drag. Today was one of them. But then, there is this little face. This precious child, this little dream come true. Five weeks. Gone. Just like that. And still, I can't quite believe that we have a daughter. Sometimes, out of habit, I catch myself calling her 'little man' or 'sweet boy.' […]
Yesterday marked 4 weeks in the life of my little girl. Four whole weeks. I wanted to post this last night but instead I was on the couch with an unsettled infant who required permanent attachment to the boob or she would wail. She fed then dozed fitfully before waking herself by chucking up the […]
