We visited the new niece yesterday. She is gorgeous as ever, but she sleeps.
The bone doctor girlfriend handed her to me. I recalled which way was up and that the head needs support. After five minutes of prodding, talking to her and stroking her, I handed her over to R. She slept on.
R nursed her for nearly two hours. The conversation was loud and full on. The little one slept on.
We took her outside. I pointed out a magpie to her. Still she slept on. A young buck made a screech with his car tyres. She slept on.
We introduced her to Mexican hat dance music, via a rattle. She slept on.
Ah, I proclaimed as we about to leave. I have not seen her eyes yet. The bone doctor prised one open but it closed straight away as she slept on.
I am now a bit cynical about my sister's tale of sleep deprivation and averaging four hours sleep a night.
Had we had a baby seat in the car, I think we may have kidnapped her.