When a new baby arrives, the world kind of stops. And by stop I mean zooms by so fast, that before you’ve even blinked and unpacked your hospital bag they are already a week old.
We know for sure that Lucy is the last little piece to fit into our family.
The last little baby I’ll carry in my arms.
The last squished little button nose I’ll watch unscrunch over sleep filled days.
The last who will breathe sweet milky breath on my chest at 3am.
And I’m not ready.
I’m not ready for it to be over so quickly,
I’m not ready for her to be a week old.