There hasn’t been much time in the past couple of weeks for me to write, let alone really think about the birth of our daughter and the subsequent changes to our lives. Hectic, confusing, sometimes traumatic, and mostly filled with beautiful moments would make for a passable summary. The dull cloud of shock is beginning to wear off and the weight of our new life is making itself felt.

I am still thinking about the events leading up to and tumbling after the birth of our daughter. Six days in the hospital is a long time and a week plus days with only fragments of sleep to cover oneself leaves you in a sort of psychotic waking state. There are experiences that still need to be unraveled and examined, others that should be filed away and not looked at for months maybe years, and still some that should be cherished and clung to like a life preserver in tumultuous, midnight darkened seas.

Our daughter is exerting a gravity neither of us has ever experienced, pulling us in closer to her and each other; exposing our fears, weaknesses, strengths, and joys with each revolution of the sun.  We love her, more than anything before and possibly anything after her but for now she has rendered me inarticulate.