Baby Log: Week One

I know you are wondering what's taking me so long to post Marlie's birth story. The answer is that I am a type A, perfectionist. I am still working on it. It must be perfect. It must include the music playlist we created for her birth, and I am having a hard time finding instructions on how to create a iTunes playlist on Blogger (if you know how, please clue me in!). Marlie is one week old today! Enjoy these random entries from my baby journal:

• I don't mean to brag, but she is so perfect! What did I do to deserve her?
• Who does she look like? Ask five people, and you'll get five different answers. In my opinion, she is a combination of the both of us. I think she looks like me in the brow, eyes, and nose area. She has her daddy's ears, chin, and mouth.
• I can't love her any harder. My soul is going to burst. It's scary to be so attached to someone.
• She is developing so rapidly! Her eyes stay open longer and she scans her surroundings. I can tell she is starting to focus. She is also trying to hold her head up and roll over already. She is a super-hero!
• I love it when she smiles right after breastfeeding (even if it is an involuntary reflex)
• I admit that I check her breathing when she is asleep.
• I can see personality traits in her that she gets from me, like how she always has her right hand balled up under her chin or by the side of her head (see photo). I do that! She sleeps like me too, HARD...nothing wakes her up, not banging doors or a barking dog. She is also an incremental eater like me, she nurses in small portions throughout the day.
• When I am feeling sleep deprived, just looking at her wakes me up. I can't look at her with tired eyes.
• Burping is my Achille's Heel. I just can't get her to burp! Her daddy, however, is a pro.
• I actually was away from her for the first time yesterday and survived! A couple in our neighborhood threw a going away party for another couple. I wasn't going to go at first, but I was getting stir crazy being in the house all day. I remembered someone telling me that I had to take care of me in order to take care of her. So I went to the party for an hour. It wasn't so bad. I got to socialize and wish our neighbors good luck on their move to a new city. Of course I ran straight to her the second we go home!