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Nelyo woke up seven times during the night. I asked father whether this was normal, and he laughed and told me I had it easy. I suppose he must be calmer than most other babies, though it hardly seems like it.
Nerdanel is as energetic as ever, I don’t know how she does it. She barely sleeps. I barely sleep, but then I sleepwalk all day.
Neither of us have touched our work since the birth. Nerdanel’s sculptures are half finished and gathering dust, my forges are stone cold. But we both know that our latest creation is the one that needs all our attention right now. Father tells me to enjoy these moments, because they’ll be over before I know it and I’ll miss them. I suppose we’ll just have to make more.
