Well, Will went back to the grind today and Axel and I survived our first day alone together (incidentally, his one month birthday...)
We got up and out and had breakfast together at the Verb, met up with my moms' group, and went for his check up with the pediatrician (he is now a robust 9 pounds and 8 ounces.) Lattes were consumed, emails were returned, and I managed to start a new book. Oddly, the day felt much like my days pre-Axel.
One month in I'm not sure how much wisdom I have to impart.
I can read his expressions much better now and have developed hunches about this and that. Of course, it can be tempting to rationalize infant behavior, when sometimes there really is no good reason for a crying jag or a fit of crankiness. Sometimes it's just because. You have to let go of your adult need to explain and solve and understand.
Still...hard to believe that something the size of a roasting chicken has such strong opinions. I am feeling pretty chipper, given the lack of sleep. Axel is one hungry fellow and I rarely sleep for more than an hour and 45 minutes at a time. If you had told me that a few months ago I would have laughed (or sobbed.) But I keep reminding myself that it's temporary, and that sooner or later his stomach will be big enough to hold larger meals that will tide him over for longer stretches of the night. When he sleeps from 7 'til 7, trust me, I will be popping the Champagne.