Thursday, February 8, 2007

Crying Through the Night

When a baby cries through the night, and you are sleeping only on and off - fifteen minutes here, an hour there - and you start to dream, you don't dream about hot tubs and bikini beaches.

Oh no. You dream you're in a massive newborn ward, and they're all crying all around you. Until that din resolves into one little voice, that one that doesn't make you cringe. The one you love already.

And you get up without even thinking. And you just do. These are the early days. Oh, the things I'm remembering...

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