There are things I forget in between and around the entrance of babies.
I forget that the lack of sleep causes me to forget words often and not remember the punch lines to jokes. This morning I struggled with the difference between sale and sell and yesterday I wrote “he was a welcome sign” rather than sight.
I forget about the feeling of waking up to feed her, only to fall back asleep before I do and in the midst, dreaming that I already have.
I forget that I am very plugged in to social media right now, as I spend a lot of time sitting in a rocker, nursing. As the evening progresses, however, I try to stock pile Instagram and blog checks for the 3am feeding.
I forget that I have a lot of time to read right now(in about 7 minute increments), also rocking in this chair. Some of the best books I’ve ever read have been a companion to nursing one of my babies.
I forget that I feel burdened by constantly putting her needs above everything else but if I’m away from her for too long, my arms begin to ache for her.
And I forget that if she’s’ not in them, I walk around, with a constant nagging suspicion that i’m forgetting something.