The various family members we’ve had for the past three weeks have left for home. We have a freezer full of food, thanks to Joy. We have clean clothes and floors, thanks to everyone who pitched in on those! We have a playset to entertain Eli, thanks to Ray and Stephen.
We are now four alone.
It’s pretty crazy that three weeks ago there were three of us and now there are four living here in our house. It’s crazy that someone so small can take up so much space, both physically and mentally. It’s crazy that I look forward to who she will be so much and am anxious for that part to be here, for the baby lump stage to be over. It’s crazy that I can actually string this many words together on less than five hours of sleep.
I know from experience with Eli that I won’t remember this part of Liza’s babyhood very well, largely due to that lack of sleep. So this is to remind myself later. She is so beautiful it makes my eyes hurt. Watching Eli kiss her goodnight every night and pat her gently on the head is the best part of the day. Watching Eli gasp and sing song out, “I hear Baby Liza! She’s awake! I think she’s hungry!” makes me laugh every time. Seeing her copy us by sticking our her tongue when we’ve done it 50 times, feels like a moment of true communication. Smelling the top of her head makes me feel a peace that I don’t get from anything else in the whole world.