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10.12.2008

Tonight it took a good hour to get the baby to sleep.


Bottle. Burp. Bounce. Bottle. Burp. Bounce. Sway from side to side. Try not to lose my mind. 

And as I stood there bouncing away, the little baby in constant motion on my chest, hollering and swinging her head all about, I started to cry too. And I didn't know why. But somehow her determination to rattle at the top of her lungs gave me permission to loosen my grip--just a wee bit--on something I didn't even know was in me. 

I think I'm gonna need Cold Stone ice cream on the way home. 

That's okay. Right?

1 comment:

naomi megan said...

who were you babysitting?

did you know you are an exceptional writer? seriously.

and please eat some cake batter cold stone for me...

yes please.