The Life of Bon: enya

Wednesday, April 26, 2017


he cries

we swaddle we bounce we swing.

he cries

we feed we burp we spit up

he cries

we swaddle and reswaddle

baby go to sleep.  just go to sleep.

he cries he cries he cries.  he writhes his stomach against mine.  he is uncomfortable.  he can't help it.  please baby go to sleep.

he cries

I come downstairs and turn all the lights out.  I find enya on my phone.  I hold him tight against me in the dark in the kitchen.

and we dance.

shhh shhhh shhh shhhh

we move slowly in the dark.  Steady, even, soothing.  Who can say where the rain goes?  Only time.

I feel his little twelve pound body heavy on mine.  He relaxes.  His neck drops.  His breathing slows.  The babe has fallen asleep.

the tears run down my face.  So grateful for this new baby.  So exhausted by this new baby.  I am so happy.  I am so sad.  

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