Today, my babies turned 7 weeks old. They are happy and smiling. They are beautiful. They are so smart. They are cuddle bugs.
Babies are hard work. So much harder than you think they could be. I sat there after every ultrasound, Bravelle shot, BFN, and CD3 blood work BEGGING for the 3am feedings. About two weeks in you realize 3am feedings really do suck – but the little babies looking up at you just asking to be rocked back to sleep are so worth the sleep deprivation.
Today, my babies are 7 weeks old and for the very first time, I’ve decided to go for a bath and let Cody take them out on his own. It’s been 8 minutes and I want them back here with me.
Why would I ever want to be separated from these two?