When I begin to make lists again I know I've returned, at least in part, to my previous life. During her nap, the baby sleeps in a wind tunnel of fabricated white noise; she swings in the darkened bedroom above a humidifier. She is wrapped in blankets, snuggled and steadied. I am in the next … Continue reading The World You Long For
Motherhood
Happy Christmas Eve Eve
My brain is total mush. The night is a wash of panic & exhaustion. Is the baby alive? Did she fall off my chest? Will she ever stop grunting in the cold, hard box that is supposed to be a bed? It occurred to me the other day that perhaps I depend on other people … Continue reading Happy Christmas Eve Eve
Emily Arnason Casey 