Vivian is eight weeks old today. Eight weeks! What a whirlwind it's been. I haven't blogged since her birth. Though I've thought about it, her naps leave me choosing between accomplishing housework or doing things I want to do. And blogging has been benched, until now.
With the NICU and her dairy intolerance diagnosis behind us, we have just been enjoying our precious daughter. She's changing so much, every week, even every day it seems at times. At eight weeks, my favorite thing about her is her smile. She is such a joy.
Week 1:
Only one day old, in the NICU. It's really hard looking back on the pictures of her first few days of life, but our story has a happy ending. She was a fighter from day one.
Week 2:
Vivian has the absolute best father.
Week 3:
So alert!
One month!!
Week 5:
She is spoiled (thanks to her auntie)... what other five-week old has a baby Northface?
Week 6:
Smiles :) ...
and takes a pacifier now!
My family <3
Week 7:
Week 7 was my favorite so far. We went for a walk almost every day, went to meet Ryan for lunch at work, went shopping, met my sister out for lunch, slept nine hours for the first time and smiled, smiled, smiled!
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