2 weeks

Time flies when your sleep schedule looks like the pieces of a dish shattered across a kitchen floor. A few hours here and there, 10 minute micro-naps scattered randomly around, and one large piece that seems out of place among the smaller detritus. It works, though, and I'm feeling more and more human as the days go on. I do have a feeling that I might be more emotionally checked-out than I feel, from the way Jennifer and Matt keep asking me if anything's wrong. Ha ha.

Things are good. The kiddo is still doing well, eating lots and having more moments of non-food-driven alertness. I have my best friend here for another week. My baby sister is getting into town tonight for a few days, and there's a strong possibility that my c-section incision is infected. Oh wait, that last one doesn't belong on the good list. Let's just focus on the other things.

Huzzah Jennifer! It's been about seven years since I've seen my best friend in the flesh, and the last five days that she's been here have been fantastic. I loved that as soon as she got here, it was like old times again. I was able to comfortably just spend time with her, and we've had a lazy weekend just watching movies and playing games while we relaxed on my couch. I'm not sure I'll be able to let her go in another week! I guess I have to; keeping her from her husband just seems cruel.

Added to the wonderfulness of having Jen here, the last two weeks have shown me something really fantastic: how amazing my husband is.

Between work and school, he hasn't been able to be home as much as he'd like - or as much as I'd like for that matter. But when he is home, he's constantly spending time with Lorelai, cuddling her and talking to her. He reads to her, sings to her, and pitches in with feeding and diaper changes.

It was adorable when he asked me, tentativey and with hope, "Can I wear her?" referring to the mei tai carrier we got from Babyhawk.

I kind of can't help but fall even more in love with him seeing how caring of a father he is to our little girl. I always knew this about him - when we met, he was about to become a father for the first time as his ex was pregnant. Watching the pain he went through with that relationship as he got to see his daughter less and less was awful for me, and I know completely traumatizing for him. The other day before work he caught me in the hallway and gave me a hug, kissing my forehead before saying "Thank you." "For what?" I asked, confused.

"I know you'll never keep her from me."

And of course I won't. Our situation is worlds apart from his last relationship. We're a family, and I don't think that even if the future holds terrible things and we end up divorcing, I don't see a future in which he won't be there for Lorelai. Maybe it's because I know what it's like to have a family broken and one parent just disappear for a few years. Maybe it's just because I can't imagine Lorelai's life without her father, seeing the way he loves her and she's so comfortable in his arms the last two weeks. Either way, those two are inseparable. She already adores the attention she receives from her Dad, and he is already tied around her impossibly tiny little fingers.

I don't think I'd have it any other way. ♥