Like a Baby

I’m pretty fried. Maia will be two weeks old tomorrow. She sleeps way more than I do. I must watch her constantly to make sure she’s healthy and safe. I assume that, at some point, it will no longer be necessary for me or my wife to wonder how well the baby’s breathing, and that she’ll be able to fend off the cat on her own one day, but I can’t imagine when these things will occur. For now, I sit up, sleepless by choice, guarding my child against all evil. It feels like a sort of long ritual; welcome to life, little one. Grow strong.

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