1/4/22
when the baby falls asleep during the day and I have time to myself, it feels illicit and delicious, like I’m getting away with something I shouldn’t be. In reality, I’m using this time to simply clean up, shower, make the bed, fold laundry, etc. And then he’s up and crying again, after a task or two is done, usually.
1/5/22
days and nights feeding and rocking him, staring at the walls, the ceilings, the floors, the couch – something having a baby made me realize: that it doesn’t all begin and end with me (how i’ve felt most my life). that i’m just one link in a long and beautiful chain. so many have come before me…and so many will probably come after.
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