She’s finally asleep. Tonight’s been a lot of crying. Now, Stella’s asleep in this little thing. R is asleep. I’m the only one awake. Listening to the rain beat down on the roof.
Last night this little girl did not want to go to sleep.
- First bath.
- First nail trim.
- First lick by the dog.
- First visit to Hendrix.
- First hug by grandparents.
- First visit to the pediatrician.
- First day alone with Mom.
I’m sure there are many other firsts, but these are a few that were on my mind. Everything is new.
One thing I was unprepared for in fatherhood is all the trips up and down the stairs. Going to set up a downstairs diaper changing area. ∞
Michiko’s library grew with The Quiet Book, a gift from my cousin, David. ∞
Both time and sleep seem to work in new ways. I don’t even know what time it is anymore. We get up. Or, R gets up and I’m vaguely aware she’s with Michiko. Or, I get up. The baby bounces and rocks. Feeds and sleeps. Cries if she’s too cold during a diaper change. All the while, Auggie snoozes in his bed watching with one eye open.
Michiko had her first doctor’s appointment and everything was fine. I have a new understanding for the slowness and production level of loading a newborn into the car. This afternoon she’s mostly slept. A little 8.4 pound baby snoozing on my chest while we watched a movie. It’s wonderful.
I felt guilty eating eggs with runny yolks in front of R while she was pregnant. For the first breakfast home, the wait was finally over. ∞