We were sat waiting for baby clinic last week, and when I looked around the waiting room I saw that we were surrounded by shellshocked mums and their newborns. I suddenly realised something I’ve been vaguely aware of for a while; Eliza’s really, really grown. Where did my tiny baby go?
Eliza, three months
We’d heard so much about the three month mark being that mythical point where babies calm down and become much more manageable – is three is the magic number? Well, I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point approaching this month, Eliza did seem to get a whole lot easier. We can’t pinpoint…