It's 1:17 am. My nose is running, I'm covered in spit up, and I'm afraid to move. My newborn girl is lying across my lap, snoring gently.
This was a hard-fought battle. Two hours of nursing, burping and ssshh-ing have led to this moment. And one wrong move could ruin it all. Tapping out this post is the only thing keeping me awake so I don't blow it.
It's times like this that my mind wanders and I totally lose my cool. What the heck was I thinking to have a baby at this point in my life? I had it pretty good. My oldest daughter is 7, so I was well past diapers, breast feelings and sleepless lunacy.
But now that our battle is over (for now), I once again fall in love with my girl's angelic face. I wonder how she will change each day, and I look forward to watching her discover the world.
Now, if only I could get her into this bassinet. My day would be so much better if I could greet it after a few hours sleep.
