The process has involved more of his sleeping in our room then his entire life to this point combined.
He comes in and sleeps in a little cot near our bed.
If I'm playing the glad game I'd call out this:
The night Andrew was born (wee morning I should say) when we all finally were alone and turned out the lights, hours old Andrew was in a newborn sleepy fog, Michael was in an exhaustion coma and I was wide awake on adrenaline and hormones.
The two of them on either side of me.
I just sat there looking at them. My family. By choice, by luck, by miracle. It was pretty amazing.
And tonight and a few times in the past weeks I've found myself in the same position. And it is still pretty amazing.
Oh- and now flanked with this silly girl in the next room. So bizarre and amazing.
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