It was, as the sports commentators say, a game of two halves, your first month. You arrived about a week and half early, after a short and easy labor, and we were able to go home less than 12 hours later. You were calm as they placed you on my chest right after you were born. You pretty much slept through your first night home, and your first few weeks slipped by in serenity as you mostly slept off your jaundice.
You do sleep well at night, and for that I am really, really grateful. You wake every few hours to latch on and feed for who-knows-how-long, because I usually drift off to sleep before you finish and you slip peacefully back to sleep as well. As a result, I've felt only marginally sleep deprived since you were born, which is helpful since your sister wakes me without fail at around 6 am and I spend the rest of the day balancing my efforts to care for her and keep you from melting down completely. By the end of the day I'm exhausted and need every bit of sleep I can get, so thank you for that and long may it continue.
I don't want to wish away these fleeting squishy newborn days, when you're all curled up so tiny and adorable. We will never be here again. This morning for the first time you looked directly at me and beamed the sweetest smile, and that makes it worth every exhausting minute. This journey through the newborn phase is both much easier and much more difficult than what I experienced with your sister - the challenges are there, they are just a different sort. But one thing remains the same: I love you truly, madly, deeply.
And it's a good thing you're so darn cute.
I love you with all my heart,
|The Bear Series: 3 weeks|