We took the next day to ourselves, figuring out rotations, letting little one grow accustomed to her home. It was a good day. Then came Monday. Now, I was to head back to work, however, I think Zoey had plans. Sunday night into Monday morning was most likely the LEAST amount of sleep that the all three of us have had since Zoey was born. It was close to 530 Monday morning when I tried to go to sleep, deciding that 30 minutes would not be enough for me to bank for me to have any level of functionality or serve any purpose at work… I called out. At least once I woke up later that morning we were granted another amazing family day!
I cannot fully express how much my love for Zoey grows. It perplexes me from time to time the amount of love, joy and compassion that I have for my amazing little girl, and how every moment there seems to be more of these emotions than the last.
I AM A DAD, I am scared out of my mind, so what did they mean about the twilight weeks?