I keep getting this panicky feeling whenever I think about the fact that she's getting older every day. She's almost a week old! I feel like I can't stare at her face enough. Everything else is an annoying interruption to my cuddle time. Mom came to help for the first week, and she held her while I tried to sort through baby clothes, and set up and clean the nursery. I am jealous of all the time she gets to hold her, but things must get done. I recovered from the birth really fast, and I feel like I'm back to full speed. Yesterday I realized that she will only be squishy and sleepy for so long, and I decided to book some newborn photos. Garrett suggested we try to do some ourselves, so I set out to gather some props, look up some inspiration, and give it a whirl. Well, the makeshift studio came together well, and she was fed and naked for the shoot, and it all seemed like it was going to be simple enough till we set her on the fur. She immediately started squirming and arching her back, and wouldn't stay in any pose. We tried snapping a few, but then she peed on the fur and rolled off the pillow. I was frustrated so we tried a new approach. After calming her down and heating the area with a heat dish we tried some poses on the gauze. She immediately barfed on it, and freaked out again. We were about to give up, and then she projectile poop squirted all over mom. I still can't stop laughing. It was the epitome of Pinterest fail. Tomorrow we go into the studio to try this again, and I now know what we're up against.
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