One month
He makes these goofy faces when drifting off to sleep. Today, one month since Zeke's arrival, I ventured out to campus for the first time since giving birth (you may think I'm a good new Chinese mom for obeying the one-month rule... but actually I've been out of the house, even digging in our new garden plot). There was no particular reason except that for the first time in weeks, Zeke and I were alone at home on a weekday morning, and I felt confident enough to run some errands with him sleeping in the Moby wrap. It was a strange, delicious feeling, walking in the increasingly warm morning sun along Escondido Road. Zeke was strapped close to me and he was still, breathing his funny rumbling wheeze, his little lips apart. As I ambled along I realized that the last time I walked that route was the day before Zeke was born. It was a similarly warm and brilliantly sunny day. Just the day before I had stopped cycling - I had tried and a few seconds in, a contraction ma