Has it really been a month since Nora arrives and turn our lives inside out, upside down?

Yes, it has, on 2 October.

She’s a right little madam. She cries and scream whenever she wants even after we’ve changed her nappy, fed her and played with her. She’ll wait until we’ve moved her dirty nappy before deciding that ‘hey… I think I need to pee again’ and spray all over her changing mat. She’ll fall asleep at night just to wake up at around our bed time so that we’ll have to spend another two hours to get her back to sleep. She’ll stay quiet while we’re out only to scream the moment we set foot at home. Sometimes she’ll demand milk and when I bring her bottle over from the kitchen, she’ll be fast asleep and won’t wake up for anothre three hours which means I’ll have to prepare another bottle of milk for her as I’m paranoid about using old milk to feed her.

I have to say… even though I no longer have the life I previously had since her arrival… she is my life and she’s worth every single moment of my time.