newborns do little but eat, sleep and poop till about 8 weeks. they're up at all hours playing roulette with your sleep, they poo a foot in the air (no, really) and cry for what appears to be no reason at all. if you're like me, you start questioning the meaning of life, your role as a mother and how you can possibly go another day in the same stretched out maxi dress with only a yes to cucumber wipe as your armor. it's hard. but then it happens. your little meatloaf smiles at you. and your heart grows like the grinch, more sizes than you thought possible.
mother nature is no dummy. she knows you're past exhaustion and needed that little chubby smile. it's all powerful in fact. come on, bad english said it best: "when i see you smile, i change the world, oh oh, you know i can do anything!"
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