Then, she was born. On one of my first trips out of the house with her alone, I found my diaper bag was missing one special item: a diaper. She cried, a lot. Typically, she cried from 9pm-3am, every.single.day. For about 2 weeks, she cried like that. We chalked it up to gas. That sample of Enfamil Newborn saved our butts at 12am, when the poor baby was starving because I just couldn't cut it.
|I guess one day I will thank Ryan for this picture.|
|Ryan and I were convinced we would have a little boy. Guess again, but she sure looks cute like this, huh?|
I guess what I'm getting at is this: Don't be so obsessed with expectations and things that really won't matter in the larger scope of your baby's life. I've always been a forgetful person, and my family deals with it. No matter how she cried, ate, slept, and even no matter what we CALL her- we got a healthy, happy baby girl out of the deal. She is perfect, and just what we had hoped she would be.