our family unit

 Farryn is 12 weeks old today! How is that even possible? I can still acutely remember when I was 12 weeks pregnant... when she was a tiny little ball of cells dividing like crazy in my uterus. 

Every day is an awesome adventure with this little one. She's an absolute dote... and even when she's behaving like a little terror, we're still completely enamored with her. Experiencing Leap 3 has been interesting – she's been extra fussy and only wants mama most of the time – but it's so fascinating to watch all the progress she is making! She's grabbing at toys with more ease and fluidity ... and she loves using her voice! We spend most of the day "talking" to each other. I love mimicking the sounds she makes back at her. We have a blast. We're hoping she gets Grandad's musical talent – it clearly skips a generation. ;-)

The three of us still make it a priority to get to the beach a couple of times per week. It's our little family sanctuary and we're encouraged to know that Farryn seems to enjoy the ocean as much as we do. We're basically indoctrinating her at a young age... it's all part of our grand plan! It'll be so fun to watch her in the water one day. We only hope she'll be a little mermaid like her parents.

We're settling into (somewhat) of a routine. After the morning feed, the three of us snuggle in bed. Typically Farryn and I are far more awake than Daddy would like... but he tolerates our cooing and ooing because well, he has no choice! In the afternoon, the three of us lay down and read a book or two. It's awesome to hear Farryn loudly coo when she sees something she likes on the page! Our evenings consits of a neighborhood walk or splish-splashing in the bath. 

In sleep news, because everyone always wants to know how an infant is sleeping, she slept 6 hours straight last night! I woke up at 4am really confused as to where I was, where Farryn was, and what in the hell time it was!?!? I'm no fool – there are no guarantees she'll do it again any time soon, so I'll simply enjoy the blissful 6 hour stretch last night. It's amazing how drastically your concept of a good night's rest shifts with a baby in the house. 

I still can't get over that she's here and she's mine. I have so many memories wondering if and when we'd ever be given the gift of parenthood. It's surreal to walk with her in my arms in the same park where only a year ago I barely shuffled along after my endometriosis surgery. I remember pleading with Scott:  I hope this works. Oh, I hope we'll get our baby soon. We held hope fearfully and delicately. But, that's the human spirit, to always have hope no matter how improbable things seem. 

And, she's here. She's our little miracle. 

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