new time

She is already two weeks old. Two weeks and nearly another day at this point. The time moves so slowly and quickly with a newborn. Every moment feels weighted with the reality of this new presence, and yet the days are a blur of smooshy-faced snuggles, visitors and precious bath times, strung together with the blur of sleepy nights. I have cried less this week, but the coming (and going) of the two-week anniversary of her birth threw me for another little loop yesterday. Two weeks!? The anticipation of her arrival still feels so fresh in my memory! But here she is, cuddled on my chest, a two week old babe.

It is incredible how your body puts itself back together after pregnancy and labor. In the first post-pregnancy week it seemed as if I would never heal. I would forever need help showering and going to the bathroom and getting my legs up into bed. Taking on the stairs whilst holding our precious daughter? Impossible. Sweatpants and loose sweaters? My wardrobe for the rest of time. And then one day I was able to bend at the waist again. Soon thereafter I could shower without seeing stars and wash my own feet to boot. I caught myself climbing in and out of bed without needing a push or a hand and then I was doing it while snuggling with Alice. We went for a walk a few days ago, and not just around our back yard. I've vacuumed and have even gotten dressed in real clothes (thanks to my mom taking me shopping for transitional pieces that make me want to get dressed at all)! Everything changes completely every single day, and yet each day feels like a continuation of the previous now too. Time has taken on a very new way.

Speaking of how time takes on a new dimension, a week and a day late, but here she is on her 1-week anniversary:

Our little girl. Oh how we love her.