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No longer in my chest where it belongs, but (for now) sleeping soundly in the crib. It’s amazing, the well of patience I have even exhausted, in the middle of the night, when he won’t stop fussing. It helps immeasurably that grandparents come regularly to take him off my hands. I’ve been able to go for a few bike rides now, thanks to grandparental baby care. That greatly increases my sanity factor. Deborah commented today that he’s noticeably looking around more, with directionality and more intention. He definitely spends more time with his eyes open, which is fun. Twice, though, he’s inadvertently grabbed his own hair and yanked on it, hard – and then wailed in pain. Gotta work on that proprioception thing still.

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