My sweet Jace,
You are 4 days old today. While you cant appreciate this story yet, you will someday. And so I write.
We had a hard night last night. You woke up about 11:30 and were pretty unhappy until after 2:30 am. After hours of eating, burping, rocking, and swinging, Daddy finally swaddled you and got you to sleep in the bassinet. Exhausted, Dad and I went to sleep. I had a terrible dream where Daddy got really beat up in a street fight and the people had followed us home and were trying to get in the house to get me. You and Cohen were both there and I was literally scared for my life. I woke up crying, which woke up Daddy, or so I thought. He hugged me and told me it was ok… But then after a minute he said, “Let’s just get him into fresh water.” He was talking about you. I was fully awake and so this comment made no sense, obviously. Daddy, still mostly asleep, tried to explain to me that we’d put you in salt water but you needed to be in fresh water. He went on to tell me that you’d be happy just to have a name. Now laughing out loud, I realized that Daddy was having a “Nemo dream”, which is understandable considering he watches Nemo with Cohen almost every day. It’s their favorite movie. My giggles finally started to actually wake Dad up and we shared a good laugh.
Sorry we’re both crazy. Best of luck to you and your brother.