Birds are chirping outside. The sky is turning blue. Small feet are padding around upstairs. And I have a little bundle of baby resting on my lap.
It's Day 7 with Allegra.
Seven days have given her time to figure out a few things. She likes to wiggle her arm free from the burrito wrap and tuck it under her chin when she's relaxed. She cries when she's hungry then finds her fists to suck. She makes sweet gurgling baby noises. And she sleeps with her head on my chest.
For a girl with only half of a working heart, Allegra's efforts to stick around are certainly whole-hearted.