Emi has been in this world with us for a month. Unbelievable. It’s hard to recall all that has happened since the day she was born, not least because of the lack of consistent and rejuvenating sleep.
In the last few days, she’s started smiling at us, usually right before or after she shits. The other day, she enjoyed me tickling her a little bit. She’s also thrown up, shat, and pissed on us. She’s crying later into the night and getting harder to console. She’s outgrown her newborn clothes.
It’s amazing the joy that she has brought into our world. This Christmas was a good indication of just how much she is loved. People want to hold her. She brings them peace when she lays calmly in their arms.
We have to find some time to write thank you cards.
Today, I got to spend a few hours alone with her, something I hadn’t yet had the chance to do. Mostly, I fed her and she slept on my chest. It was incredible to look down and see the top of her head or look into her eyes when she moved and looked up at me. Her arms flopped on either side, legs outstretched, she trusted me to keep her safe while she took rest. Our breaths out of sync, we found comfort in each other. I filed her nails when she needed a break from the bottle during one of her feeds. It wasn’t too long ago that this miracle would’ve seemed so much of an impossibility that I’d put it completely out of mind. She’s unbelievable.
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