She's a week old, now. I can count the days she's been alive on both my hands, or both of hers, though with fingers so tiny I might need a magnifying glass.
Well, I definitely tried, but there was something bittersweet about knowing that now that she was out in the world there was only so much I could do to protect her. That she would inevitably grow and start to go off on her own and despite that being my ultimate goal, to enable her to be self sufficient, it's still a little stinging. Still though, without a doubt the best day of my life.
Thank you! They really are. But, oddly enough, it seems almost like it's been a whole lifetime since that night. And I guess for the little one it has. I'm actually stunned, how slowly things have gone, how much time I've spent with her. I know soon she'll be graduating and having kids of her own, but for now she's just seven days old, and I feel like each of those days has just been amazing.
I still can't believe that I slept in late and then went out for a little while the whole time that she was starting to have contractions and you were wigging out. I can't believe neither one of you got me! Although, I guess it in the end all the rest I got proved to be helpful so there was some positive to that. I was so amused that we were so diligent about clocking and writing contractions and were so sure we were doing it right to only later find out we were so wrong. Regardless though we knew when a woman in labor says it's time to go to the hospital, you go and that's the end of that
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She forbid me from saying anything! She practically forbid me from going near her, too. And I guess in the end I can see where she was coming from, knowing how scared we both would be. I bet she didn't want that around her right away, especially when she knew that there wouldn't be anything for us to do except hyperventilate for awhile. And we didn't get them completely wrong, at least. We just didn't know when to start and stop timing them. But we sort of came out with the right information. Sort of. And yes, what matters is that in the end we got to the hospital
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I could understand why she wanted us far away. She needed to be in her element and we would have fawned all over her and coddled her and she wasn't ready for all of that. In the end, it all came out to happen just as it should and Jessie and Aaralyn were fine and that's the most important thing
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Exactly. That's why I didn't hold it against her or anything when she asked me to go and kept trying to preoccupy me. I knew she was just trying to keep herself as relaxed as possible and didn't need our doting.
I wish so much that you'd been there to see it, to make sure that I wasn't just imagining things. But I'm sure you'll see it eventually. I'm already overflowing with things to say and she's only a week old!
hee cubby :[ We did have a nice time, and I was so excited that it snowed. Sort of like seeing us off before we head to LA, yeah? I didn't even realize I'd said that. Which is odd because normally that room is very much my room :[ You'll still be okay if we sleep in my room in LA, though, right? Just for a day or two until I'm comfy?
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I wish so much that you'd been there to see it, to make sure that I wasn't just imagining things. But I'm sure you'll see it eventually. I'm already overflowing with things to say and she's only a week old!
hee cubby :[ We did have a nice time, and I was so excited that it snowed. Sort of like seeing us off before we head to LA, yeah? I didn't even realize I'd said that. Which is odd because normally that room is very much my room :[ You'll still be okay if we sleep in my room in LA, though, right? Just for a day or two until I'm comfy?
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