I'll never forget when I uploaded this photo to Instagram when P was only 3 days old. I was in pain, so incredibly exhausted and my milk still had not come in. I remember crying out in agony with each latch, fetching a "padsicle" out of the freezer and in general just being in a daze. So many people wrote to me with support and bless their hearts because I needed to hear it. Now here were are almost 365 days from this one and what a difference.
I struggle to remember the pain I felt post birth - even weirder - I actually miss labor! It's really all so true, time is fleeting. Here we are a year older, all of us. Yet I still can't seem to wrap my head around how it all happened so fast. How my snuggly newborn went to a precocious toddler.
As I approach the one year benchmark I feel pretty proud of the little girl we so luckily get to call ours. I think her heart has been paired with mine from the very beginning and for that I am eternally grateful.