We're slowly adjusting to our new normal over here. The first few weeks were a bit of a whirlwind, but I'm starting to feel like I'm getting the hang of it. I've had a lot of moments where I feel exhausted and pushed to the limit, and many many moments of feeling like I have no clue what I'm doing, and still and probably won't ever really have it figured out.
Hazel's a great baby, she's happy, quite content most of the time and is starting to get into a bit of a daily pattern which is so nice. I'm starting to feel like I'm catching up on sleep and she's doing some longer stretches (hallelujah!) Although I know everyone says (and I'm learning) that as soon as I feel like I know what to expect, she's changing it up on me. I take that as a good thing knowing to enjoy when it feels easy, and to know that when it's hard that this too shall pass!
I'm enjoying the quiet mornings with lots of cuddles. Sipping coffee while she contently smiles and kicks her feet wildly. Afternoon walks to the grocery store to pick up things for dinner. Living room dances to get her to sleep. Her surprised face when she makes her sophie la girafe squeak. Evening cuddles with daddy who seems to be the only one who can calm her when she's overtired and starts to lose it. Watching Dan feed her the bottle for the first time with tears in his eyes. Seeing my family with her, she gives grandma the biggest smiles and gave her her first ever real smile. She loves when Nana sings to her. When daddy sings his "hazelnut chocolate bar" song after bathtime.
Just a few snippets of everyday life that I'm cherishing and don't want to forget. Summer is quickly slipping away and so is the newborn phase. I'm soaking it all in and trying to not get to anxious for her to grow to each new phase.