It’s amazing how time flies. No really flies. With a newborn, a minute can last forever (usually when crying is involved) but a day can be as short as a second. And I couldn’t tell you where the past four weeks have gone.

August no longer fits in his size “N” (Newborn) nappies. He can more or less hold up his head. He is sleeping for longer stretches. He is cooing now. He is sticking his tongue out. He is exploring his surroundings with his hands.

And as he grows and makes progress, his newborn moments slip away like sand through my fingers. But I need to hold on to these moments! I want to preserve every breath, every snuffle and sigh, every suckle, every yawn and stretch and stare.

People tell you to treasure every second and I really am, oh I am. I don’t take any of this for granted. I’m not wishing it away. I try to focus entirely on the present, only occasionally turning my attention to the future. And since I can’t freeze time, I’m opening my eyes and ears especially wide so that, at the very least, I can capture these ephemeral moments in my memory.

Tags: Newborn