Finding Routine

I yearn for normal. I know "normal" with a newborn baby isn't ever quite normal for a while. It's crazy, it's hectic, you have milk in your hair...on your clothes...and you don't know which way is up. But to me, that's normal!



I think Maura is trying to find her normal. I'm finding that she has more and more awake times. She's bright eyed and moving. She kicks her feet and waves her arms and looks around in only the way that newborns do. But she isn't consistent...then again, what newborn is?



I've got some of her figured out though. She's definitely a cuddlebug. If she's swaddled, she sleeps. I remember Patrick...if he was moving, he slept. I'd put him in the stroller, he'd fall asleep almost instantly! To wake Maura, you just need to unswaddle her. It's like awaking the beast. She wiggles and grunts and yes, she even toots! But she wakes. This is good! It means the phenobarbital is not affecting her as much!

Someday, these drugs, these seizures, they'll all be a blur. But until then, I'll keep praying for normal. This may just be our normal!