9 days new

Nine days ago, this happened:

brand new baby

Eight days ago, she opened one eye to the world:

one day old

Seven days ago, one sister looked into the face of another, so alike in their newborn image it was as if she was looking back in time:

sisters

Six days ago, I read bedtime stories to my daughters. Plural. (No, of course I’m not co-sleeping my newborn with a preschooler, but she appeared to love On the Shores of Silver Lake):

5 days old

Five days ago, I didn’t take a single photograph. Let’s assume she was here, and she was cute, shall we?

Four days ago, a sleepy smile revealed two clear dimples and a hint of the grin that will be:

5 days old

Three days ago, she wore owl pajamas that I picked out on the day I found out she was going to be a girl:

6 days old

Two days ago, we bundled her up for her first visit to the pediatrician:

7 days old

Yesterday, we went for a walk:

8 days old in the moby wrap

Today she is nine days old. I think maybe being born doesn’t happen all at once, with a cry and a measurement of inches and pounds and ounces and a flurry of texts. I think maybe it happens over time, a slow awakening – for all of us – that she is here, at last.

alert newborn 9 days old

9 days old

I’m hoping to get back to blogging these next few weeks – I feel like it’s either now or I’m going to wake up six months from now wishing I’d documented this newborn phase a little more. So look for a little more frequency, a little less profundity, and a whole lotta pictures.

Speaking of pictures, if you want the really gratuitous stream, join me on Instagram

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