the newest newborn days went exactly as i imagined - no one slept. but it's one thing to imagine not sleeping and another thing to experience it. i was convinced i was dying. i cried at every wake up. i lived for 6am to see the sun rise and know that one more night was behind us. somewhere around week six we turned a corner. he sorted out his days and nights and little by little life improved. everything started getting a little bit easier and now, with another seven weeks behind us, those hardest days are barely a memory.
i don't want to wish away all of his youngest days, but i am so excited for what's to come.