4 AM

Baby cries. My husband zombies out of bed to get her, knowing that I have fed her recently. He walks with her. Her cries fill the house. He comes back in to our room, I tell him she might need her diaper changed. She does, but she's still not satisfied. So I feed her again, then put her back to bed. Her eyes are heavy and I know she'll sleep soon. I crawl into bed, and my husband and I fight to tangle our limbs together just right. Me searching for warmth and him for comfort and affection. We fall asleep to the sound of waves crashing and sweet remarks about Adalie on our lips.