Ferocious Love

From one minute... ...to the next.

It's been 20 days since Atalaya came into this world. That's 20 days of me being a mama, Keenan a papa. 20 days of getting to know the difference between an open mouth cry and a cry with real tears (oh, that's the heartbreaker). 20 days that lead into (relatively) sleepless nights and hazy morning delirium (from the aforementioned sleep loss). 20 days of nurturing one of the most intimate relationships possible. 20 days of falling into the deepest, most ferocious love.

Keenan and I are quickly adapting to our new role as parents. It still feels so enormous and surreal to me and I don't know if those feelings will ever go away...I'm not sure I'd want them to. Keenan's been back to working full-time for about a week now and honestly, I hate it. The two weeks he was home really spoiled me. Now, it's the babe and I figuring out our days together. I've been feeling really great, having given birth just 3weeks ago. A few days ago I did think I was coming down with the flu....achiness, fever, headache....and thought to myself, "how in the world do you take care of a newborn when you want to crawl in bed and sleep for a week???" Upon that thought, I immediately realized that you just 'do.' Just like you just 'do' survive on less sleep than you ever could. Thankfully, I was only out of commission for one day...this is good because aside from the big-huge-major transition from child-less couple to couple with child, we are making another transition....in the form of moving. Granted we're only moving 4 houses down from where we are now (but, it's on the other side of the street dammit!), it's still a move! It's a good move (i.e. we'll be spending far less on rent...woo hoo!) and we're happy to be staying in the same neighborhood, especially since the line between "good" neighborhood and "bad" neighborhood is a very muddy gray here in Santa Fe.

Anyways, we're excited to be in the new place and over the "moving hump." We've got some friends that have offered to help which is much appreciated...especially since I don't know how helpful I'm gonna be with a wee one in my arms.....you should see me trying to pack/clean....Atalaya would prefer I slow dance with her slung on my shoulder all day long (that is if she's not securely latched to my boob!). Speaking of which, I'm being called upon by the little bean right now.......