Leighann, from Multitasking Mumma, told me she would share her War Story. Leighann is a daily must read for me! She is has this ability to convey so much feeling and emotion is so few words, it amazes me. I just don't know how she does it....
I really need her to teach me...
Plus she is hilarious! And she gave me a STD....
So, of course I am excited!
Then the rain came and knocked out our stupid cable. This did not make me happy. I haven't been able to post this on time and I am very sad about that.... but good news is.... she is here now and will be tomorrow too!!!
So, without further ado, here is Leighann's War Story...
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Exhaustion sets in as I get comfortable for another marathon all-nighter. Rocking slowly back and forth in the glider, holding her warm body close to me, and shushing her softly I can feel my head bob and my eyes heavy, begging me to close them just for a minute.
A minute is all it will take.
If I show weakness of any kind, a relaxed arm, a shut eye, a steady breath, she will wake up.
Every so often her chubby fingers reach up and sweep across my face stopping on my nose, ensuring I'm still here. She lets it fall into my hair and wraps her fingers in tightly keeping us bound together.
I would cut my hair off if it meant I could go to bed.
Her breath becomes heavy and her head falls deep into my arms, a delightful feeling I've been waiting hours for. Looking closer I see her crusted nose, flushed cheeks and sweaty hair.
This sick baby isn't my child.
This screaming, angry, never sleeping alone ever again baby isn't mine.
We rock together until I'm sure she's sleeping, sure there's no possible way she could wake.
Slowly I rise, sliding my feet across the carpet to the crib and cursing each creek the floor makes. Her soother hangs out of her mouth and her arms dangle while we walk.
As I place my sweet sleeping baby in her crib I think back to those hours in the glider, my exhaustion, being a mother, and I'm grateful. I'm grateful for her and the g...
The crying starts again.
Motherhood is a sneaky bitch.
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I told you she was wonderful! I mean, I feel this way just about everyday at some point.
Thank you so much Leighann for your wonderful war story! I appreciate it!
If you would like to share your war story please email me at spreadalittlethin (at) hotmail (dot) com.