One minute it was my due date, and it seemed like I had been pregnant forever, not just 40 weeks. There I was, planning my induction for the next week, and heading into the office because I would go stir-crazy at home, waiting ... and seemingly out of nowhere, my water broke, and I was headed to the hospital to have the baby. Then, the long, long, LONG unproductive labor, followed by the c-section, and then -- the best part -- getting to meet our new little person for the very first time.
Since then, it seems like time has sped up.
Every millisecond seems to go by more quickly than the previous one.
My once-teeny-tiny little newborn is now a sweet, wonderful, three month old girl. She holds her head up by herself; she plays with toys; she giggles, squeals and coos in an attempt to communicate. Sometimes I am scared to blink, for fear that I will miss the next great achievement.