10:30am Sunday morning, not this
week
Woke up an hour and a half ago
Enjoyed some delicious cuddles
Skimmed the NYTimes…Obama…Romney…blah
blah…China…Europe…blah blah
Read a chapter of Here Comes
Everybody…crowdsourcing…mobile-social…blah blah
Started to sketch out a
powerpoint deck…white-space…blah blah
Interrupted deck sketching to
discuss the most important issue of the day…
Where should we have brunch? Let’s
go check out a new spot!
10:30am Sunday morning, this week
“Wake up” time has lost meaning,
but we could go with 2am, 5am or 8am.
2am wake-cuddle-feed-burp-change-feed-swaddle-sleep
cycle was rough. She had a tummy ache and nothing we tried seemed to console her.
I think I felt my heart break every time she looked up at us, pleading for us to
make it go away. She finally fell back asleep an hour and a half later, maybe because
so much crying eventually tired out her little lungs, or maybe because just
being held by mom eventually soothed her pain.
5am change was a little messy. Learned
to swap out the changing mat from under her in the middle of the daiper change.
Nobody told me that would be a required daddy skill or I might have practiced.
8am wake-cuddle-feed-burp-change-swaddle-sleep
cycle ended with her lying on my chest, skin to skin, drifting gently in and
out of sleep. Her needs were so basic, share the
warmth of a body and hear the beating of a heart.
The next ninety minutes felt like
an eternity, a place between thoughts, a time between days. I felt like my heart
grew with every little breath she took, and I felt like maybe, just maybe, I
had learned to accept unconditional love.
11 days in!
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