baby is here!

She did this to herself, I swear.

She was born on Taco Tuesday + Cinco de Mayo, at 6lbs 8oz. A little early so she's smaller than expected but we're all so happy she's out. She's so funny and sweet and we're so excited to get to know her.

It's so weird being a stay at home mom to a newborn though, if I'm being honest. I've already needed to increase my dose on the antipsychotics I started to try to get ahead of postpartum depression. I get enough sleep and I know rationally that she's healthy and happy enough but my brain can't help but feel guilty and scared for objectively no reason. I love her so much already and I cry of sadness in the middle of the night while she's soundly sleeping because I'm so happy this is the smallest and most frail she's ever going to be because she's getting stronger every day. It doesn't make sense but it does, and I know I'm going to miss every second of this as she gets older.

Time to compulsively check on (bother) her though.