Not that long ago, I looked down at my hands and realized that my nails looked perfectly healthy. I am convinced that this is a sign of my happiness in this new season as a mother. I have grown to love Miles more and more--sometimes I just hold him and tell him over and over how great I think he is. I love how he does a little half smile when I am trying to entertain him with a song or toy. I love the little spot on the back of his neck where he has a small patch of hair. I just feel so lucky.
On the sixth night, I put Miles down and he fell asleep in one minute, on his own. I really couldn't believe it. He slept seven and a half hours before waking up to eat.
Then, last Wednesday, Miles had surgery to repair the cleft on his neck. It was tough to hand him off to the nurses, but I had confidence that he was in very capable hands. He did well with the anesthesia, and was back to his self later that evening, except for some pretty intense stitches that were painful to look at. (You can see his cleft in the above photo, and the stitches below).