Olivia turned 3 weeks yesterday. It's amazing how much I can see she has grown in these last days... and how much (and how little) has happened.
This week I officially fell in love with our baby. I know it sounds bad, but it takes time to get used to the whole situation. I loved her the moment I saw her, even before, when she was in my belly. I loved the idea of her, I loved her always, but I fell in love with her this week. That is big. This week came that overwhelming feeling of love, that painful and bigger than life love. I can't get enough of her, even when she murders my nipples when she's breastfeeding.
One more new thing we tried this week: the "vippestole" (I have no idea
of the name for this thing in English or Spanish! One of the perks of having
a baby in another country with another language, all babytalk is done in this
new language). She was happy for a little while... then she had enough.