First week

Aaaaah the first week of a baby's life.



When day and night and day blend.



Mom and baby are in a cloud, wrapped up only in survival.  Milk, sleep, diapers, food, milk, sleep, diapers, food.



When the other kids look perpetually homeless, and they eat cereal for every meal.



Except for all the meals that our friends brought us.  Which were amazing, guys.



It's a cloud and I've always described the cloud as slowly, slowly, slowly lifting, lasting almost a full year after a baby.  Things will never be the same again, and our minds and bodies just need some time to cope with the change.

Siblings put up with the chaos, trying to cope themselves with the fact that their lives are also changed forever.



But none of us mind that too much.



Brothers.  Gotta check out that sweet new little brother.





It's a forever bond.  What a pleasure to behold.



Okay, so this looks so much more dangerous than it was.  This girl and this baby, those first weeks they were inseparable.  She could literally not keep her hands off of him.



And he didn't mind one bit.





Another life long bond.  On an un-slipcovered couch.  I washed those darn slip covers a billion times that month.  So many hours spent on those couches.  Nursing, spitting up, pooping (him), wiping filthy little faces and bodies (kids).  I got really good at putting the slipcovers on, over and over again.  But oh, what a wonderful time.  Never to be forgotten.  Wonderful and horrible at the same time.  Isn't bringing human beings into the world such a complex process?