Wake, feed, burp, change.
She sleeps again, small breaths warming my neck.
Wake, feed, burp, change.
She cries; loud and angry wails.
Wake, feed, burp, change.
We go out, finally, and I’m always surprised that the world carries on, as if to mock the broken record of our banal existence.
Laura Besley writes short fiction in the precious moments that her children are asleep. Her fiction has appeared online, in print and in various anthologies. She tweets at @laurabesley.
Lovely, Laura. Banal maybe but precious. xxx
Babyhood is but a minute in a person’s lifetime. Hope this mother in the story eventually realizes the beauty in these minutes before they’re over, and savors what she has!
A beautiful illustration of a new mother’s thoughts.
As a grandfather helping out with babycare of my now 16+ month old grandson, I emphatize with you. All the best then.
Oh yes, I remember those days well. Sometimes, I do miss that bubble though.