Mornings are my favourite time of day now. Isabel wakes up slowly, often content to coo and stretch in her crib for a few minutes while I pull on pants and tuck fresh nursing pads into my bra. She’s slowly teaching me her night time schedule: eat from 9 to 11, then sleep until 2 am, or 3 if I’m lucky; up again at 6, 7 if her diaper isn’t too dirty; back to sleep for a couple more hours, preferably snuggled against me in my bed, but she’s ok with the crib too.
Night times are easy. Predictable. Mornings are sweet. Contented.
(Afternoons, evenings? Not so much.)