So after two weeks, I'm finally starting to get into a comfortable rhythm with Emily. It's very odd; staying home so much to take care of a child is like getting off of caffeine (or so I imagine, not having any desire to do that). At first, you're restless, like there's something else you need to be doing (namely, work); you look around a lot, even while (or especially) while you're feeding her. Eventually, though, you start to focus in on the task at hand, and you feel a sort of calm. It also helps that because my schedule is more regular--meaning that it's completely based on her--she naps at fairly regular times for fairly regular amounts of time. I try to use this time to read (right now, Dickens' Barnaby Rudge; there's a reason it rhymes with "trudge"), though often, having attained a calm state with Emily, I suddenly become restless when she's asleep and sit surfing the web or watching sports on television.
She has a big cut under her nose, having entered the stage when she's going to bash various parts of her body against objects. I saw it happen but there was nothing I could do about it.
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