I just had the genuinely heartbreaking experience of packing away clothes that Maia has already GROWN OUT OF. This onesie was SWIMMING on her when we got home from the hospital; her legs would get all tangled up because there was too much room (sunglasses for scale of how tiny she was). I am truly, legitimately, furrealsies sad right now. The first of many "my baby's growing up too fast" moments.
Rene took this picture when she was only moments old and they placed her on my chest. It was surreal, she is definitely her own person, it felt like meeting someone I'd never met before, even though we spent 9 months together.
Hand for scale. Even though she is twice as big as when she was born, she is still so widdle!
Rene was trying to let Maia self soothe in her crib this morning. She was doing OK but then started crying so he picked her up and she immediately relaxed on his chest. She even started smiling in triumph; she's totally got our number.
