Zoe

So, this is Zoe, our little one, for whom I wake up twice a night to feed. Since her arrival, I have cried more, worried more, loved more than I have ever thought capable of in a few short weeks.

I knew I would love her, but I didn't expect the joy I would feel when she smiles, the tenderness I would feel when I hold her. I had no idea I would worry so much too - is her gaining weight? Is she getting all the stimulation she needs? Are we doing enough to let her know just how much she is loved? I had no idea.