The days are long but the weeks are short.
The days are filled with sleep deprivation, constant feedings, endless diaper changes, no time for the bathroom (for me), naps (for the baby) and crying spells (for the both of us).
But the weeks. The weeks fly by and I can't believe I've been a mom for over a month already.
I'm already reminiscing these days while I'm in the midst of experiencing them.
While I won't miss the 3am diaper blowouts, I already know I'll look back and only remember these sleepy afternoons with a newborn snuggled close to my chest while I sing along to Joni Mitchell.