Seven weeks.

Your sixth week has us reeling while we adapt to your constant growing- you change from minute to minute. We have started to venture out of the house some and this week wore us both out with visits and walks. You enjoy being in the outside air while Snickett plays fetch, often falling asleep after taking in the new sights sounds and smells to be had. You held your rattle this week and seemed to grasp it with purpose, bringing it to your mouth and shaking it when it wasn't the boob you wished it was. When you're awake you stay awake and look around with great wonder, absorbing all the time. Sometimes you smile back or make ridiculous faces at our attempts to amuse you. You talk to us with various coos, goos, and moos. At the end of the day you fall asleep hard, not waking until daylight breaks. You fall asleep easily on your Pop.

We visited Pop at work and we ate lunch, showing you off to many coworkers who were eager to meet you.

We spent a morning with Becca, eating bagels and walking the greenway- you slept in the Ergo the entire time!

You stayed at home on Valentine's, hanging out with your Grandpapa, while we went out to dinner without you for the very first time. We missed you but it was nice to eat hot food and have both hands free to eat!

You met a future friend, sweet baby Neve, who was born at home to our friends two weeks ago. We have connected to her wonderful parents through our childbirth class and beyond. We can't wait to watch you girls grow up together.

We are in the middle of the fourth trimester now. You are becoming very acrobatic and have started kicking like a little swimmer while you eat. I have to pin your legs under my arm. When you aren't being fed fast enough you thump your tiny fist on my chest and then grab my necklace as you gulp away. You nurse every two hours at least, but you often sleep six or eight hours straight. I feel the new normal emerge bit by bit during the days where everything syncs up and much is accomplished. I am humbled by the entire days spent on the couch with you, never ending nursing and napping- I soak it all in, reminding myself that this time is entirely too fleeting and you'll be on your feet before we know it. 

These first three months are a healing effort... much time is passed nourishing you and myself in turn. Processing your birth has been on ongoing experience, sifting through the details continually, working on a written birth story piece by piece. We will make our last official trip to the Farm next weekend and plan on burying our placenta near the cabin in which you were born. I'm looking forward to this, as hard as it is to move farther away from our pregnancy and birth, taking on the roles of mother and father after so many abstract imaginings. It only gets better, our hearts expanding more than we ever thought possible. You are becoming your own little person, so easy to love.