- 10th-25th The percentile of Eme's weight
- 25th-50th The percentile of Eme's height
- 50th-75th The percentile of Eme's head circumference ("It's like an orange on a toothpick")
- 90 Approximate percent of me that now feels confident as a mother (I still have my days)
- 75 Approximate percent guilty I (still) feel when Eme gets her vaccinations (100% of me knows it's best, but only 25% of me believes it right at the moment she gets the shot and looks at me as if to say, "mommy, how could you?")
- 70 Approximate percent of my time that I spend doing housework and taking care of Eme (the other time is me sleeping, working, or having a quick, rare moment to relax with Andreas)
- 50 Approximate percent of my time that I thought I'd be devoting to housework and Eme (but it's never an equal split, is it? Silly mommy.)
- 25 Approximate percent of my own identity that I feel I have left (I sometimes even refer to myself as "mommy" in my own head)
- 10 Approximate percent of me that can remember life before Eme
- 1 Approximate percent that cares to try to remember life before Eme
- 99.9 Approximate percent chance that Eme is the best baby that has ever existed (I've left the .1% for possible parental bias)
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