I should have written every day of the first six weeks of your life.  Every single day.  Because in the fog of absolute exhaustion, monumental moments are just a blur.  I know now why people do this more than once; one is so strung out, so completely overwhelmed by anxiety over whether such a seemingly fragile creature is thriving, that somehow it seems like a good idea again. I imagine, of course, that you will bring overwhelming joy to our lives as you get older but the first little bit...

And there you are, wee one....

To be continued.