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At 9:44pm this evening our little girl turned 2 weeks old. It's hard to believe that she has been with us that long, and yet it also seems like the delivery was a life away. One little life I suppose. We have been blessed with a healthy daughter, born 6 pounds 6 ounces on September 16. We've named her Charlotte Noelle; her first name from her great grandma and the second for her yuletide conception. Who says we aren't sentimental?
I think parenthood sneaks up on you in certain ways, and barges in on you in others. It seems like it still isn't real that she will be with us for the long run. And yet we are rushing time by breaking her life into stages - get through the first six weeks to get our sleep back, the first four months to get her on a sleep schedule, the first year to get her into daycare before mat-leave ends, the first two years to fly with her for free, and on and on. It's hard to think of that as raising her. And then at other moments time is surreally suspended where minutes and hours don't exist outside of the tiny sphere of her cries or her breathing as she sleeps on my chest.
We constantly look for signs of who she might be or might become. Worry, love, and responsibility fight for our energy, met with weary patience and hope. We are lucky and blessed for all that hasn't happened on her way into this world and scared for all that could happen now that she's here. And then some days we don't think of that at all. It's just a little person lying on your chest hoping that you stay warm and don't move. And that is so much more than enough; it's all we want.
Sorry for those who have been waiting and aren't on Facebook that this wasn't posted sooner but my oh my where does the day go? I suppose the whole day is still there, it just gets used a little differently now...
posted by Steve @
11:47 PM
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10.01.2008  |
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