Our puppy’s name is Enzo. He only cried a few times in the night, on that first night, and Christian brought him out twice between our bedtime and morning, to pee outside, which he did, like a pro.

Interrupted sleep reminds me of when we had a newborn. The feeling is one of being stretched, like everything in my being becomes shallow: virtue, thought, breathing. It’s a frantic, “what’s next, what’s next, what’s next” state of mind.