Audrey has cut one top incisor and one bottom incisor. It mustn’t feel very good because she has been complaining quite a lot in her sleep and can only be consoled by the boob, meaning much sleeplessness for me. A night full of broken sleep for me also means a night full of bizarre dreams. In one of them I am holding my baby and am so upset about something that I bite her arm, thinking it is my own arm. I stop and look at the little indentations on her skin, and apologize profusely to her.

When I was not floating around in dreamland, I was laying awake in bed listening to the rain beat against the roof. I went down to get a drink of water and looked out into our backyard at the shapes of the trees waving against the purple of the sky.