Ever since Uma came back from the hospital, I get a little bit anxious when she's still. Countless times per day, when she's lying motionless in her bassinet, I'll go over and watch carefully to make sure I can see her breathing. Sometimes, I'll stroke her or poke her to stimulate a reaction, just to be sure. It's not that I'm living in fear; it's just that I want to make sure. Intellectually, I know she's just fine, but it's hard for me to accept that something so small and fragile could reliably breathe on her own. What if she forgets how? It's not just me, either; last night, Jessica confessed to doing the exact same thing. Poor kid.

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