One. Month. Old.

Wow.

Has it really been a month??  It feels like one long dream.

In the past month Lyric has:

• outgrown almost all of her newborn clothes
• started making small cooing sounds
• been smiling as she falls asleep or when we make exaggerated faces at her
• gained exactly the recommended amount of weight (6 oz/week)
• transitioned from sleeping in a bassinet in our bedroom to the bassinet in her own room
• been out to restaurants with us 7 times, with only 2 of those times ending in complete baby meltdowns
• accompanied me to the grocery store each week

I've been told by numerous people that the first month kicks your ass and I have to say - it's true.

Not that there haven't been many blissful moments but I'd be lying if I said that being a new mom is easy.  It's not so much the sleep deprivation that gets me, it's the crying.  The inconsolable, red-faced, "I don't know what else I can do for you" crying.  I had always heard how hard it was to care for a colicky baby and it's true.  It's exhausting.  I can only hope that this is a phase that passes soon because oh man, some days are rough.  Many times I have convinced myself that she is so sick of being with me but I know that's not the case.  I am her world, her caregiver, her source of comfort and nutrition.  It's just too easy to get into that "I'm a failure" mindset when nothing I do makes the crying stop.

But seeing her happy again at the end of it sure helps make up for it!

What do you think, Lyric?  Do I get an A for effort??