Well, Monday started off like many others: Noise. Tap. Snortle. Stumble. Pick Up noisy creature. Console. Love.
But today was a little different. The first difference was that its only 355am. Even the alarm isn’t awake yet. But I struggled on. dd’s lungs are becoming so well developed. I head to the fridge and grab her bottle. As I close the refridgerator door, the crying stops. Not wanting to test the theory of if her crying is tied to the door, I put the bottle back, and just hang out with her on the sofa, staring at her. She’s beautiful, like her mother. Simply beautiful. I’d say I’m partial here, but we’ve both heard it a hundred times from a hundred people, reassuring us that they’re not just saying it. After a few too many times, that does go to your head. So I believe them as I continue to stare at our perfect baby. This week will be a hard one on us all.
While I leave you in suspense, wish Oz a speedy recovery. Seems she either has a bad cold, or ebola. I’m hoping for the cold.
Have a great week, everyone! Lots to do. I’ll post it up Friday or Saturday.