After a couple of harrowing nights, I am finally able to get this posted. Hope has been really fussy for most of the weekend as well as Monday and yesterday. Her fussiness was at full steam during the evenings, which is when I am normally most alert and able to carve out a few minutes to blog. Didn't happen Monday. Then it didn't happen yesterday. Today, her fussiness is a bit less, and I am so glad. Bless her wee heart. Her little stomach doesn't seem to be upsetting her quite as much, which is a good thing. And my husband was kind enough to let me have some time alone so I could do some work on my computer. I love him. He really can be the sweetest.
Ahhh, so now, this beautiful bundle of baby in all of her intense beautimousness.
First, last week. She was three weeks old. Here is what she looked like last Monday.
Her eyes are like these beautiful marbles.
Little baby feet. Not so wrinkly anymore. And her legs are getting fatter. Heart.
Caught her in mid-motion.
And now, Memorial Day.
This past Monday, Hope turned four weeks old. A full month. There were points in the day when I wanted to cry, because yet again, here I am with a wee one that is growing and changing a little too fast for me. But oh, the sweet changes. She studies me so intently, recognizes when her siblings are in the room, coos so softly, and, like all babies, looks like an angel when sleeping. And she loves snuggling with Mommy and cuddling with Daddy.
This is what she looked like on Monday.
"Who is it? Who did it?"
Those marbles for eyes again.
My heart is all aflutter.
Luckily, she is still resting peacefully.
Whoops. Spoke too soon.
Luckily, I am done.
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