6 months.

How on earth are we six months into her year? Half-way? Seriously?

 

 

This little dove has stolen our hearts.
I can remember being pregnant with her, knowing that I loved her with everything I was...while at the same time wondering how it would be possible to love another as much as I loved her sister? It sounds bad, but when one little person is all you know- it's hard to imagine it any other way.

And then she came.

And it was like our little missing puzzle piece was found. She was (and is) so perfect for our family. And it's true what they all say...your heart just grows and grows. It's quite amazing really.

 

With her whole heart issue going on, I find myself in a rather interesting position at times. Part of me wanting her to get bigger, get bigger...and another part of me wanting to hang on to those precious infant days. I already miss them. I love my tiny girl. I love how she snuggles in my neck. I love that sweet baby smell. 

 

This second time around as a parent brings with it the knowledge that time flies by shockingly fast.

I worry less about sleep schedules, the fact that she's in our room still (and sometimes co-sleeping), that we still aren't really sleeping through the night, or reading every night what a 6 month old should be doing.

Because really, it's engrained in me now.

She's rolling, she's happy, she's gabbering, she's grabbing...and even though she is tiny, she is thriving.

 

This time around I worry about time passing too quickly. Am I doing everything I can to absorb her and these precious days? Am I documenting enough? Will I remember everything that happened months down the road?

 

And so I breathe her in and say a thankful prayer each day for our little Madeleine. I love you so my little dove. Happy 6 months baby.