100 days of an itty bitty life
My baby is 100 days old!?! Somehow I cannot remember what my life was like before he was here (probably because of all the hormones, biology blah blah)
To survive new parenthood, I started furiously doodling my experience. I recall some early moments of having an idea in my head, and as soon as baby was asleep or I caught a brief moment, the world disappeared to me and I was head down drawing my idea out. My husband probably thought I was possessed!
There is so much I already miss about him and it is a constant roller-coaster of balancing emotions: happy and sad, missing vs. grow up already. But there is nothing I wouldn’t give for those soft baby cuddles forever. I love him more than logical, because I have only met this person for 100 days?
Well, baby is probably about to wake up and I should take what few minutes I have here to brush my teeth. I will end this diary entry here, thank you for letting me experience so many of your firsts with you.
Happy 100th day being on this planet little dude <3
