
As I said, we've been home from the hospital for five days now, and we have experienced quite a bit. Maya is truly a blessed child; she cries only for her milk and if she has a dirty diaper. She sleeps during the day, and I have just begun to learn how valuable that is in terms of me getting much needed rest, and getting things done around the house. Brad took to Maya like a duck takes to water. He had to care for me, and her, while I was recovering from my C-Section. Diaper duty, bottle feedings, caring for a nauseated me, administering pain medication, dealing with hormonal highs and lows, getting the house "babified", running errands, getting up for night feedings, and learning how to use the breast pump (on me, not him!) - to summarize, my Brad has been my rock.
Maya is the queen of expression and she can entertain us for hours with her smiles and coos, and funny faces. Her eyes have such focus and when I talk to her she stares deep into my eyes and sucks me in. Never have I experienced such emotions as when Maya looks at me. I see her love and devotion to me and in return I want to give my life to her. The best time I have with her is when I feed her. I hold her close to my heart and feel her feeding, and when she's done, the sleepy look of satisfaction on her face is to die for. It is now time for my nap; Maya is resting, and I should take heed to all the advice I've been given, and get some shuteye.
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