With a whole lot of help and prayers, even with one friend living with us a few days and helping us get back on our feet, Emma is doing WAY better - everyone is back to their things, and just like that she turned 3 months old yesterday and man.
Having Emma in our lives has been stretching since the day we found out she existed...she stretches my time, my energy, my patience, my limits, my nights and my heart...and I wouldn't trade it for the world. She's content for very short stretches (think 10 minutes), hates evenings, smiles and coos for every sibling, hates her carseat and being on her back more than anything, giggles for daddy, has been sick at least one month out of the three, adores bath time and is the sweetest chub who will not just be dragged along with the crew without making her complaints known every time.
Between the 8 of us, she is called Emma, Emmaline, Memma, Memmers, Lilttle Mate, Baby Emma, Milk Dud, and Emmers.
Everybody at 3 months...
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