......in love with my baby daughter. She's 6 weeks old today, currently cuddled up on my chest, under my chin making satisfied sighing and sleep cooing sounds.
I never realised what maternal love really meant until she was born, just how powerful and all consuming it really is.
I've managed to exclusively bf her, and the smile she gives me is well worth all of the lack of sleep. I was told when I was 17/18 that I may have difficulty in conceiving, and 4 years ago was told that it may be unlikely I'd be able to naturally. So when I found out I was pregnant I couldn't believe it, I still couldn't even in labour!
Now that she's here I don't want to put her down, I just adore every little thing about her. Her angelic face as she lets the loudest one ever rip, her big sneeze build up which ends in a coo and her smell, all of her smells!
Am I being unreasonable to find it hard to believe that she's here, she's mine, she's perfect and I can't wait for everything that is to come?