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My itty bitty isn't so itty these days and when I stop to think about that, I realize she'll be a month old on Friday!  What?!  How is that possible?  Wasn't it just yesterday I was huge & anxiously anticipating her arrival?  I am in awe of how quickly time passes, even though some of these days have passed [very] slowly.  I find myself taking care to remind myself that this day will never happen again, that Baby Porch & I will never share these moments again and it helps me, while rocking a baby in the basement of my parents' cabin at 5:00am in the dark room watching the sunrise, keep perspective.  I am a mommy.  I am so fortunate to have this chunky baby to love and care for.  In our first month, we've learned a lot about each other and I think we've overcome some hurdles (her stint in the NICU, breastfeeding woes, etc).

Needless to say, her outfits for the next two days are already picked out & ready for her -- tomorrow is the first game of regular season for our beloved Green Bay Packers & she will be dressed for the occasion (I've even got back ups for when she shits herself or throws up everywhere).  It's time to get festive!  Friday will be 4 weeks & her get-up will include a white onesie with the "1 month" sticker from the set my dad gave us at our baby shower.

In other news, I am exhausted and have an almost one-month-old who has a touch of a cough and refuses to sleep more than 20 minutes at a time.  Mommy is getting allllll of the cuddles.  :)  And tomorrow, there will be coffee.

All of the coffee.
xoxo
Mommy Porch
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