Five years ago, I was super pregnant, shooting some insulin and very nervous about my planned C-section at 8am, the next morning. Oli was a big baby girl born on January 18th with the sweetest cheeks and awwww-dorable baby smell. This week, I remembered all her epic moments, and I still can’t believe how on earth she is so big and five years old already.
Where’s my baby girl? Donde?