Tuesday, April 22, 2008

spy-cam

I'm watching a tiny TV monitor on which Stellina sleeps. Her back is to the camera set up at the bedside and still I'm transfixed. I watch to be sure her shoulder rises and falls and to be sure she doesn't roll far. We share our bed and when I'm in it she's tucked in next to me, the same place she's been since her first night ex utero. The bassinet at the hospital seemed too far away; the same with the cosleeper we'd set up at home, in which extra pillows, a heating pad, back issues of Brain, Child magazine, a burp cloth and my vibrator now reside (at Arm's Reach).

It's kind of like watching the ultrasound. The picture is blurry and black and white, body parts a bit amorphous. I'm only certain that's her head because I just smooched it goodnight before slowly extracting myself from the bed, to attempt to get something non-baby-related done. Like staring at and writing about the baby.

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