1000% Normal

Helpful confirmation from birth/baby/sleep that everything will be alright, after a restless Sunday of googling.  So many scares to date, about oxygen and paralysis, dystopia and hyperglycaemia, but with a little rest all is well.  M slowly getting back to her best.  What an extraordinary, overwhelming, sleepless, adrenaline-fuelled moment-to-moment experience.  How to stop worrying and embrace some conception of faith?  What are the alternatives, in a one-perspective world beyond reason?  And understood only backward at that.