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The days passed quickly, the pace set by nurse's visits and the non-demanding presence of the baby. She slept almost as much as the newborn did the first day or so, waking for progressively longer periods of time to hold and attempt to feed the child. The second evening, she awoke to find that her milk had come in, and she laughed nervously at the sight of herself in the bathroom mirror. It was temporary, she knew, but it would take some getting used to anyway. For the moment, she showered and then improvised a binding with a towel, hoping to keep the distension to a minimum. She kept Lyssa with her for a long time that night, relieved when she actually woke up enough to eat, her serious eyes opening, then drifting shut like a doll's. Aside from the wailing at birth, she had not cried, not even when given her first vaccinations. When returned to her crib so that her mother could eat her own dinner, she simply closed her eyes again, and slept.