Sorry, I know this is not quite the point of your post but I just thought of another one...
When DD was about 4 weeks old, DH and I were sitting with her on the couch. She'd been sleeping well (that changed!), feeding better after a rough start and having the 2 of us at home, we were generally feeling on top of things. Basking in that glow of new parents, we looked at eachother and our beautiful DD and I said something along the lines of "this is perfect! People say the first weeks are so hard but how easy and wonderful is this?". DD looked up at me, gurgled her apparent agreement and then projectile spewed across my face, in my hair, and it then ran into my cleavage and down my top. Then the doorbell rang - unannounced visitors! Well I certainly looked the picture of parenting bliss when I greeted them!
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