I am so tired. Not just from not sleeping much, because Dinah thinks sleep is a waste of time. But I’m tired even more of worrying. I know that now I’m a mom, worrying is part of life. But it’s one thing to feel nervous about whether Dinah is all right and sleeping okay and feels happy, and it’s another to have your number one nemesis pop up.
Morgan went home last week, just in time for Casey to arrive. That helps put my mind at ease. Both Chuck and I aren’t at our best right now, so having Casey here lets me know that we’re safe. And when Chuck goes into work, he’s got a whole building of superheroes to watch his back. I’d rather it was me doing that, but it’ll be a while until I’m back in my old shape.
Enough of the bad news. I want to talk about my amazing, beautiful baby. It is so special to see Dinah changing each and every day. Something as small as gripping my finger with her hand makes her light up, excited to have learned something new. And she’s already showing who she is. She loves cuddling, she doesn’t like having socks on her tiny pretty feet, and she really likes listening to Chuck sing. That’s how I know she’s my girl. :-)
Ellie, Devon and Clara will be coming to visit us for Christmas, so when we feel awake enough, Chuck and I are tidying up and decorating the loft. He’s so excited to have his sister here and for the rest of the family to meet Dinah. I’m excited, too. It’ll be great to talk to Ellie about baby things, about being a mom and not worrying over the smallest details. Devon has also been great to talk to, and from the pictures that Chuck has shown me, Clara has gotten so big.
I should take advantage of Dinah napping and do some Christmas shopping, so more later.