She looks just like me when I was a baby
After Rafaella's first month, I wrote in this blog. I knew I had grown, I was sure of it and could even tell you how, but in full honesty and with major doubt in my mothering ability, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it in this baby raising thing. It was hard. Hard. And at the time, there didn't seem to be any of those googly moments that come with babies. Yes she was cute, button cute. That's a baby's saving grace. They're so cute that you couldn't imagine doing bodily harm but sometimes the tired, weariness of middle of the night feedings and endless crying kicks in and you have to slap yourself in the face just so that you could refrain from taping her mouth closed so that she would just be silent for a moment... just one moment.
3 months later, Rafaella is 4 months (for those of you not that good at math). She eats well and so the crying has subsided to the bare minimum. She smiles with the flirtiest face this side of the equator and laughs at jokes. I am literally the funniest person ever. Now, there are tons of googly moments. Most moments are googly, in fact. She talks to herself (because no one understands her crazy baby talk), she grabs her little feet, she's almost rolling over, she pets the dogs, she eats like a little warm bird, opening her mouth wide waiting for mama to drop in the worm. And in a way that I couldn't say for certain after the first month, I know I will make it.
This baby raising thing is a cinch. (insert eye wink!)