Two months and how time flies

Today my baby turns two months old.

I find it quite surreal, to be honest. I could swear on all my limbs that it was yesterday (or day before that at the most) when I was taken to the operation room to give birth to him. Or when we were told we could be discharged and go home. Or when he first smiled. Instead, it turns out that it all happened an awful lot of days ago and today, our Wölfchen enters the Famed Third Month. The Month in which some of the newborn troubles will be finally forgotten. Our Child will transform into a more stable, longer-sleeping, no-longer-spitting-up-after-nursing, finally-playing-by-himself Young Man.

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