Lukas 11th day

Another gray day and I am housebound with my little baby. Our familiar rhythm....eat, sleep, change diapers, cry. We start with the basics. We learn together. His face changes so quickly as he sleeps. I can't help but wonder what he is thinking. Does he remember his birth? What do babies dream about? Time passes strangly.....there is no difference between day and night. We keep the rhythm. I look for changes in him. They are so small. He has a blister on his lip now. This is the first sign of life wearing on him. The first mark on his little perfect body. How will life continue to mark him? Its all I can do to stop myself from staring at him all day. Sitting in this same beige chair as the bus outside comes and goes. Life slows down with him.