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I’m starting to wear 80 in a sling, so I can do things like make dinner. It’s meat pie night!

Bring on week 2! Any small amounts of frustration, terror or fatigue are balanced with copious amounts of love, gassy smiles, barely controlled waving arms and that awesome baby smell.

(I realized I didn’t post this before.)

At 7:24 tonight we celebrated what we did last Sunday, which was birth a child. This week has been unlike any other.

We celebrated with Ro and Mike, by hanging out in the living room, while I marathon breastfed. We’ll be able to tell her that everyone in the world was watching the Lost finale. We decided not to watch it, because she wouldn’t “get” the show out of context. She’ll really need to start at the beginning.