it's my last week of family leave...

...so naturally I wanted to pack the fun in, right? But of course mother nature decided that Hosanna and Audrey should get sick instead. They have big colds and are trying to out-snuffle each other. There are few things in the world as pathetic as a sick infant. What can you do? She doesn't even know how to blow her nose. You end up scaring the crap out of her with the bulb syringe and staying up all night desperately rocking her, hoping against hope she'll somehow be able to sleep.


I'll say this about the late, late nights with a baby: the insanity aside, those times are among the most intimate experiences I have ever had with another person. Late at night, when the rest of the world is sleeping, there are no distractions, there is just your sleepy self and your baby, trying to understand each other. And inevitably, at the end of a crazy amount of hard work, the baby will fall asleep on you, and you will somehow work your way onto a couch or chair and doze off; and in these quiet moments your hearts become glued together.