We woke up that Friday morning with plans for the weekend.
Dirty dishes in the sink, laundry in the washing machine.
Before the day was out, at 6.45 that evening, I was holding you on the outside for the first time.
We're still trying to tie up the loose ends, all the things we didn't have ready for you.
Knitting between feeds while you sleep on my chest.
A blanket for you.
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