Tuesday, October 4, 2011

My most and least favorite time of day

The worst part about nursing Maggie to sleep is when I forget my phone and I have to rely on telepathy to communicate with Cork ("The dog needs out. Dog. Cork. Dog. Open the Door. Dog. Ugh that dog." or "Water. Cork. Glass of water. So thirsty. Bring me water. CORK. WATER. NOW. Pretty please?" You know, stuff like that. I like to think of it as an "emerging skill," this telepathy of mine.). You see, Maggie is a really slow eater at night. I think she is faking it sometimes just to get more mommy time. But I can hardly blame her. I'm kind of awesome.

The best part about nursing Maggie to sleep is how tiny and peaceful she is. Sometimes I just stare at her little feet and remind myself, they will never be this small again. And I hold her little hands and know they too will never be this small again.

The worst part about nursing Maggie to sleep is when I hear Hannah crying for me from the other room. It breaks my heart into a million tiny pieces to think that I am missing out on precious (and/or loud and frustrating) moments in Hannah's life and I will never get a do-over.

The best part about nursing Maggie to sleep is when I pretend that she is actually a cute little alien. Like the movie Mac and Me. Or Lilo and Stitch. It sort of takes the pressure off, you know? I mean, it is an alien, what do you expect me to do? I'm trying my hardest, back off, OK? You think you are some sort of alien baby genius? Because you're not.

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