How fitting that the 2nd month of life with Madeleine ends on Thanksgiving. I am SO THANKFUL that we made it her entire second month without a night in the hospital, a trip to her doctor or Urgent Care. SO THANKFUL we have the most perfect, healthy little baby in the whole entire world.

One whole month. I can’t believe it’s ONLY and ALREADY been one month of knowing this little face.

We’ve had quite the month. 2 nights in the delivery room, 3 nights in the NICU, two trips to Urgent care. I should make an entire post about her first week of life, but instead I’m going to share it here.

Like I’d shared in the post about her birth, when Madeleine was born, I suffered a postpartum hemorrhage. While in the hospital, I had an iron infusion and two blood transfusions. I was casually told that the blood loss might make my milk come in late.

By the time we celebrated our first wedding anniversary, our relationship had been through

• a shooting
• a car wreck
• 4 job changes
• 4 deaths of people we love
• an overdramatic hospital visit to get my gallbladder removed
• our lovely little apartment leaking on us… a lot

Two months ago I was ultra pregnant, wondering about who was growing inside of me and what life would look like once she graced us with her presence. I had this unrealistic expectation of life with Madeleine. Recently, I made a batch of cookies with a recipe that instructed you to mix the dough and then fold in the chocolate chips. That’s what I thought life with a newborn would be like – our life is the mixed dough and Madeleine is the folded in chocolate chips. Less work, less parts, just… fold it in.