You’ve been starting to sleep in longer blocks of time at night, up to seven hours. Although this is to be expected, and quite nice, it’s something my body isn’t used to yet. My internal clock keeps waking me up every three to four hours, as became our pattern over your first month or so. I lie there wide awake questioning whether you’re alright and if you’re hungry yet, and listening to you nibble on your hands. You nibble on them all day and all night. When I pick you up out of bed in the middle of the night your tiny hands are covered in saliva and are freezing. I blow on them to try and warm them up. I try to find onesies with the fabric that I can fold over your hands, but it’s hard to find those in sizes past newborn. I worry that someday I’ll wake up and you’ll be missing a finger, having nibbled it off in the middle of the night.

Sleeping cutie