95. Out

Diana was out last night, she did not even hear William cry, which is unusual for her. I was still falling asleep, when I heard a cry at midnight. I got up and fed him a bottle. He drank it with his eyes closed. I fed him breast milk. Good Diana pumps and puts it in the fridge. I rocked him in his sleep for a while. He so sweet. I feel so greatful he's here, these have been the best 5 months of my life (not technically 5 until Tuesday). He's so sweet. I just melt when he melts in my arms.

Diana did get up at 3 and 5. He went to bed early, 9:30. He's been going to bed earlier since Diana started working. The riggors of the working week are a strain on us all, he absorbs what in the atmosphere. But when I woke up at 7:30 this morning, he was so sweet. I smile at him, and he smiles at me. I lift him into my arms, and he sort of opens his eyes, and gives into what he can not control, then is locked in. I love the feel of him in my arms. I'm very lucky.

I sat with him while he played with one of his toys. He does a little bam bam. He moves his wrists back and fort, too, like he's discovered a new joint. He gets frustrated with the toy, he sighs. But when I take it away, he follows it with his eyes, and reaches for it back. His hair is wild, and I can't see his face when he's sitting with me, but I love the proximity to him.

Diana went to work to fix up her room. We dropped William off at Abuela's. William was happy to see her. He feels her face. He's into feeling faces, and taking off glasses. I'm going to meditate, and then it's off to meet with the mitras and meditate some more.