Work-a-holic

Everyone told me "Enjoy this time, she will grow so fast." Well she's only 2 months old....but to me she's ALREADY 2 months old. Time is too fast, I wish it would slow down. When Bridget was born I didn't seem like reality. They pulled her out, gave her to the nursery staff and I just saw this tiny black haird baby screaming across the room. Andy kept saying "There she is sweetie, thats our baby" It didn't seem real, I was in a dream. Andy handed her to me and I just kept thinking...wow...you look Asian! She had these squinty eyes, HUGE cone head and tons of dark hair. She was beautiful to me. And the next day she looked so different, I just held her for hours thinking...wow I did this...I accomplished child birth. I was so proud of myself. When Monday came and we went home, it was refreshing. The shock wore off and I still just held her for hours thinking...wow I did this....And now that she's 2 months old...I still sit and think...wow I did this. She snuggles into my neck when I burp her, and when she's had enough of everyone else she cries for me. I wrap her in my arms, kiss her cheeks and tell her "punkin nose, your ok, mama's right here." She has these giant blue eyes and chubby cheeks and after she wakes up she'll smile at you and coo until your heart is so full you think 'could anything be cuter'. She's addicting. Tomarrow I start work, I'm not looking forward to time away from my little peanut. But this day and age, how else can we provide the best things in life for her? I'm counting the days until Andy graduates, then I can be full time mommy part time work-a-holic.