for her to fuss, being quick to pick her up before she cried. i once again laid my hand on her tummy feeling that steady rise and fall that reassured me that she was breathing. i think i must have checked on her every 15 minutes those first few nights.
in the early weeks, we struggled with nursing and she was slow to gain weight which added more worry into my mind that was probably necessary.
eventually, we got into a rhythm.
now, at almost 3 months, i still wake up several times a night just to look at her. feeling for that familiar rise and fall of each breath. i’m not sure 