And sleep, oh sleep. What I was most afraid of. And as a gift of sanity I'm getting it, probably more than I was in pregnancy. She's a snoozing champ with a nighttime long stretch of 5-7 hours and shorter ones around 3, along with daytime naps every 1.5-2 hours. And while this is utterly incredible, it's also amazing to see her starting to notice the world. To recognize me and smile, big, face-melting grins and gurgles. And oh those baby sounds. Those sweet, sweet sounds. When they go from just crying to more finessed yelps and coos. And the soft breaths while they sleep. And the big, pre-historic grunts when they stretch. And the swallows and sighs as they nurse. Just writing these words makes me want to go kiss her some more.
The idea that there was a time pre-Sybil blows my mind. The whole transition has gone so smoothly that it doesn't even feel like it happened. She was missing and now she's here. Plain and simple.
LIVE THE MURRAYED LIFE