So I've decided that this motherhood gig is for the birds. Well not really, at eleven or midnight or three am I'll be barely clinging to sleep, just waiting to hear that hitched sound in Lily's breathing that either means she's about to grunt and root around in a dream; or she's about to cry in her sleep.
That's been where it's at the past four days. Feverish and grouchy during the day and wriggling around like an atheletic fish at night.Ii should feel so lucky that I actually got 16 hours of sleep in four days. Now she has a rash that could be either; hand foot and mouth disease, chicken pox, exema, or just plain heat rash. It's like a gameshow that no one wants to be on!
Since it's only 10:16 I should be in bed right now, trying to get as much sleep as I can, but here I sit, on the couch, counting my gray hairs and thinking that motherhood is for the birds.
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