The worst night of my life.

Seven months ago, today we brought Charles-Winston home from the hospital. It took the spot of most horrible night of my life. Benjamin and I were at each other's throats and Charles-Winston woke up more frequently than every hour. I hated everything about that night. I think Charles-Winston "woke up for the day" around 3am. I hated everything. I think we were still in that weird haze of shock and emotionlessness that followed the birth of our first (and hopefully only) child.
     I asked Benjamin what he remembered most from that night and he said "Not sleeping. Holding him all night long." We both agree that we had never been more exhausted than during those first three days after Charles-Winston was born.
     The day was good though, we came home from the hospital and we were excited to show our newborn our home and everything we'd prepared for him. We showed him his crib, and his stuffed animals. We showed him every square inch of our duplex. We were so excited for everything and I think Charles-Winston was just overstimulated and overwhelmed.
     Oh, the progress he's made! I almost can't believe he's the same kid. I honestly was not fond of him for a while, and I didn't feel like it was worth everything I've put into it until about three or four months in. Currently, I'm falling more and more in love with him every day.