As I watched you playing in our bed, kicking, punching, smiling and cooing, I realised my tiny newborn was gone. You no longer sneeze twice in a row. You no longer go through a series of silly expressions as you fall asleep. When you cry you no longer look like a creepy desert lizzard or sound like a raptor. You now look incredibly cute and I almost don't want to comfort you because your scrunched up nose and pouty little mouth makes my heart melt. At your smallest you weighed 6 pounds 9 ounces and I remember you lying on my hospital bed squirming thinking to myself "OMG she is so TINY". You are growing rapidly and now weight over 12 pounds. I've already packed away your newborn clothes and a few 0-3 month onesies that no longer fit you. Everyday you smile more, hold your head up longer and make some completely new sound that fills me with joy. I felt a moment of sorrow that my newborn was gone but then I looked at you smiling at the ceiling looking so cute and silly that I had no choice but to feel happy.
Bye bye newborn Maya - you made me Mama and I loved every second of your first few weeks.
