I took out my camera the other day to capture the fleeting moments at home. From seeing K play with Róisyne in the afternoon and watching her gaze glide over things we show her, to watching her eyes slowly shut with heavy sleep at night and wondering what she’s thinking, and even to moments like morning light filling the room when I’m nursing her early morning — I don’t ever want to forget these small moments we have together.
The first month with a newborn was equally challenging as well as gratifying. We’ve gone through a fair share of sleepless nights, diaper blowouts and milk spit-ups. But then when she looks at you with her almond eyes and elusive smile and she’s looking for comfort on your chest at night — you forget about everything else and just hope she wants to cuddle with you forever.
It’s strange how, with all the diaper changing, breastfeeding, expressing and playing (and repeat) and reading up on the latest in baby land (leaps, hello!), you’d almost forget that life was so vastly different a little over a month ago.
And yet, somehow, even though Rosie has only been with us five weeks, it feels like it has been us three since forever.