My first child is 3 months old and it is the most amazing journey in the world. DH and I look at her and cannot understand why more people don't go on about it more - we want to burst with joy love and pride most of the time.
I love the way newborns bring family together - dh's brother comes round so much more now to see his nece and I et the brothers bathe her at the weekend - the noises and conversations coming from upstairs were mildly worrying but it all went swimmingly. And seeing my parents with their first grandchild is so special.
I love when she is tired she turns into my shoulder as if I am the only one she can trust to make the world safe.
I loved her breast feeding at the start when she looked up at me like we shared a secret - even the night feeds where it's you and her against the world in the quiet and the dark. Ad now she's on bottles I love her excitement as te bottle comes towards her and she tries to hold it closer to her.
I love the cuddly feeling where they haven't quite filled their skin yet, and it is the softest skin in the world.
The intense effort and concentration when filling a nappy.
The first everything - smile, coo, grab, roll - etc....
Yes there are the hard times - I loved her so much I was sure I was messing it all up at the start and nearly killing her or destroying her self confidence or whatever - but you get used to that and forget what life was ever like before she arrived.
Oooops - mammoth post! Good luck and congrats to all