by tracybanaszynski

Waiting It Out

Nighttime diapering. Nursing for an hour, interspersed with rolling, crawling, and pulling up. Breathing deeply. Murmuring Wherever You Are: My Love Will Find You. Running through my mantras. Singing Stewball, Simple Gifts, My Favorite Things, and Taps. Singing them again. Deciding to get up and play it out. Reading Click Clack Moo: Cows That Type and Horns to Toes and In Between, three times each. Walking in Babyhawk, during which H uses gentle hands petting a neighborhood cat. Breathing. Murmuring. Singing. Changing his diaper. Nursing again. A peacefully sleeping baby.