What a difference 12 weeks makes…
|Busby and Granny (my Mutti) today|
12 weeks ago we had just got home from the hospital. All three of us were tucked up in bed; Nick and I staring in disbelief at the little bundle of baby in my arms. We were elated. We were terrified. We were perplexed. But we were a family, a proper little family, with a beautiful baby Busby who was only just 12 hours old.
Now she’s a thriving, bouncing baby. How has so much changed in 12 weeks? How has she gone from such a scrunched up creature to a wide-eyed chubster? How has she gone from barely opening her eyes to being able to grasp objects? In my past life, my pre-Busby life, 12 weeks seemed like no time at all. 12 weeks could pass without anything monumental occurring. But having Busby makes me realise how much can be achieved in 12 weeks. Life is amazing. Truly amazing. I feel inspired.