Looking at my precious daughter sleeping makes me daydream about how she used to be 7 months ago - her scrawny frame, wrinkly skin, tiny toes, misshapen head (due to being extracted) making her my precious alien-like child. Well that scrawny frame has turned into a whopping protruding belly (she's chunkyyy!) and her head is beautifully round. My baby is so big now. She wants to hold her own bottle and sits up on her own. Even though I'v been home with her every day of her life, I still look at her like "when did you grow up on me!"

     Unintentionally, my husband has given me the greatest gift besides our daughter - the gift of being with her during the day. I shudder at the thought of daycare or the nursery at the church, which I have only done once (and with guilt.) I feel like every moment away from her I could be missing out on something important. Ah, the life of a first time mom...