The first few weeks and months after Isla was born are a blur to me now. Not since my fraternity hell week have I survived on such a lack of sleep. It is insane to think about the schedule that we kept and how neither of us lost our mind. Before she was born, I pretty much never drank coffee save for a few Java Chips from Starbucks. The job my wife did getting Isla to be a 12 hour sleeper at 2 months deserves a trophy or medal of some sort because if the lack of sleep had continued, I might have turned into an actual zombie. Needless to say, I can appreciate how hectic life is for the parents of a newborn. With little to no time to cook, we survived on PB&Js and the meals that were provided to us by friends and family. Those meals gave us the time to just relax and enjoy ourselves for a small amount of time before crying and feeding started again. My friends just had a newborn, so I assume they are going through pretty much the same things Lindsey and I did. So today, for my random act of kindness, we are going to bring them fresh (not home)cooked sandwiches from a great little Italian sub place here in the city. Hopefully for a little while we can allow them to relax all while introducing Isla to her new friend. Here is a picture of Isla when she was a newborn during one of her many naps.