As of today, Baby Coco is already two months old. Sheesh! Where has the time gone? It seems like last night I had just survived her surprise breech birth, and now here she is with eleven pounds of squishy flesh and a smile that could melt the most hardened dictator.
I just came back from her two-month check-up, during which I was “grilled” by the most fantastic pediatrician to ever walk the planet. (I’m only slightly exaggerating.) One of the things I love about her is the fact that she not only checks up on the welfare of my children, but makes sure to ask in detail about how I am faring. She wants to know that mom (and dad) are enjoying this experience, and that we’re taking some self-preventative care too.
Now, there was a time that the answers to such questions would have likely elicited some instant tears. (I know I will eventually blog about that time in my life, but today is not the day.) Happily, today I was able to wholeheartedly smile and reassure her that I am doing well, and that I never thought I could enjoy the first two months of a baby’s life like I have Coco’s.
There are many reasons for the difference this time around, and sometime soon I will share more about this. For now, all I can say is how much I am saddened that two months of Coco’s babyhood have already flown by. Like sand through my hands, I feel like I can’t hold onto it fast enough--but I thank God for the opportunity to try.
Here are some photos from a shoot we did for Baby Coco at only 8 days old:
(Wrapped in the blanket Grammy made her):
Love this spontaneous smile:
Just taken this morning at 2 months old:
Now if I could just hold onto this experience forever . . .
Just taken this morning at 2 months old:
Now if I could just hold onto this experience forever . . .
