We are, of course, exhausted. She is a night owl, much like her parents. Except her parents are worn out now and ready for some nightly rest while Lyssa is still trying to figure out that darkness = sleepy time. Hopefully we can train her quickly... Until then, I am treasuring every second of holding her and looking down at that sweet face, knowing she is going to change and grow much too quickly. Sleep can come later.
I am grateful every second for Matthew. He has been an incredible source of strength and support, getting up with me every feeding and taking charge of diaper changings. And when I just can't go any longer, he quietly takes over. And for that I am extremely grateful.
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