We’ve successfully muddled our way through twelve weeks without killing our daughter or ourselves, and – as of yesterday – Scarlett is officially no longer a newborn. We’re also a terrifying halfway through our period of shared parental leave. So … Continue reading
Remember that post where I talked about what the first two weeks were like in all their sleep-deprived, anxiety-inducing glory? We barely do. Now that we’ve made it to eleven weeks, almost all the way through the fourth trimester and out of newborn-hood, we’ve entered a completely different world, with new challenges but a whole bunch of new rewards. How does the third month compare?