Last night as I was in bed, somewhere between sleep and exhausted, achy consciousness, I heard the deep and measured breath of my husband beside me. Usually this sound brings me comfort and warmth as I enjoy sharing a bed with the man I love.
But, last night, I found myself shaking my inner-fists-of-rage and thinking "Stop breathing!!!!!".
His deep breath close to my ear was preventing me from hearing the quiet breath of my baby girl, Lauren, who was sleeping at the foot of our bed in her pack-n-play. At that instant I was listening for her breath, a gurgle, just to know that she was OK. And for a split second, Eric's breath was in the way. I realized what a funny/horrible thought I'd just had, and laughed a little to myself. Life has changed, has it not?
On June 12 at 12:37 AM, I gave birth to the most precious thing I've ever seen. After being blessed with a relatively easy labor and delivery, I'm recovering well and getting to know my little person. I'm happy, very happy.
We are also planning a major move from Cleveland to Hartford, Connecticut. More about the move later. For now I have to watch my ladybug sleep. It's quiet now, so I can hear her breathing.
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