One week is how old Abe was the day I turned to David and sobbed that I was incredibly sorry for completely ruining our lives.
One week is all it takes for Abe's size, shape, temperament, and routine to completely change.
One week is as far ahead as my brain goes. It means Abe is a week older, and a week closer to milestones that make a screaming baby all worth it.
One weak moment is all it takes to turn a fairly good day into what feels like the worst day of my life.
One week ago I reeeeeeally disliked my baby. Today, I kinda like him. A little.