The days are all running together. Fridays used to have meaning. Now, it’s just a day like any other. Weekends are no different from weekdays. We’re measuring our days in 2-3 hour blocks that are marked by wet diapers and empty bottles. It also doesn’t help that it’s 9:30 in the morning but still dark outside, rainy and dreary. When we go back to work in a few weeks, maybe we’ll have more a sense of routine/schedule. Right now, I feel somewhat bewildered. Eliza is 13 days old today. That’s all I know for sure.