I've begun to accept the fact that Madeline is definitely getting bigger.
I was in denial for awhile. I'd ask people who hadn't seen her in a week or two, or even a month, if she seemed to have grown. Inevitably, they would say she had ... sob!
It's not like I want her to have some sort of developmental problem. I just want to keep this baby, well, a baby! I'm having a lot of fun with her. It's new baby territory for me.
Her little noggin especially seems to be growing and firming up. Those soft spots have all disappeared, except for one.
As I've told a couple of people: I want her to stay the same squishy little newborn she was at first until the very moment I hand her over to strangers at the day care a week from Monday morning.
From that time on, I want to think of her as grown up and practically self-sustaining. So my guilt won't be quite so profound.