I admit that I'm making a point now of writing every day. It's something that regulates me at a time when little seems regulated. Learning the ways of a new baby involves learning how to deal with constant change. Coming here to write, through thick and thin, gives me the sense of resting near a quiet stream in the middle of a long march. Yes, having a baby sometimes feels like surviving a war. But war was never this full of smiles and giggles, so I take that back.
(By the way, he only woke up three times last night, but two of those times, he was wide awake for about an hour and a half. The first time, because I changed him; the second, because he wet himself, as I had changed him poorly.)
That's all for today since it's late and I'm bleary-eyed.
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