August 17, 2003: Two weeks

Well, I'm the mommy, so I'm supposed to be able to give you the complete rundown of what Veronika's life is like, yet, as the books say, her and my life seem to still be undetachable. It's "our" life. The womb attachment is gone, the little brown stump too (yes, we can take baths now and as soon as we take one, you'll get to see the results), but we are still one in a way.
If she is not attached to my breast, then... hm, the rest of the time seems like a blur. She IS attached to my breast most of the day. Sometimes she sleeps. Sometimes for as long as 4 hours at a time even. I would describe our day but there is no schedule and I don't recall particular times and hours. There is night and day and there is nursing and not nursing.
It's strange and new to look at this little person and comprehend where she came from and what happened. I still can't do it. I can just acknowledge that we are attached forever and that I am her source of physical and emotional food. I'm not complaining. She's doing great - and I feel like my most important job will still be to just watch and be amazed.