Oh, I love her so much.
Geneva is nearly 3 weeks old. I still haven't finished writing her birth story. I don't have a lot of time where she's not in my arms, and when I do, I find myself spending it showering, cleaning the kitchen, doing laundry, eating, and sleeping. There's so precious little time for those things - I haven't picked up the computer for more than 10 minutes in at least 2 weeks. My entire life has changed, my priorities have shifted, my world is a new place full of uncharted territory. Anything for her. I miss her when she's sleeping, and find myself wanting to snuggle up with her the way a child cuddles with a favorite stuffed animal. She's so small and soft and warm. I wonder how I've lived my whole life without knowing her? And she's a stranger I'm getting to know, but at the same time, I feel like I know her intimately, like we're part of the same soul...does that sound crazy? Probably. I'm tired. I love this little baby.
She hiccups all the time - most especially after a meal. She makes the most adorable little noises. We're calling her Hiku - our little HikuHiku baby.
Sometimes it just washes over me - I have a daughter. A child. A baby girl named Geneva. I wondered for so long if this day would ever arrive. Here I am, here we are. Happiness defined.
She's snoring a little. I wonder if it is something I should worry about, or do all babies snore? She's so pretty and sweet and wonderful. I love her so much.