Tomorrow Fable turns three and I keep thinking, wasn't I just here? Up at all hours with her in my arms. Tiny Fable in the same floral pajamas now slightly stained... Three years ago I was in labor. Eighteen days ago my water broke. Time moves at warp speed and then drags its heels on all-night feeding rounds. I rock one to sleep and then the other. Watch their lips suck invisible nipples, their ears twitch, stroke wisps of black and blonde, inhale their tiny sounds as they sleep against my chest. Hold onto these moments until they pass. Remember until I forget. Fall asleep eventually. Wake up tomorrow to new children with new numbers attached to their clocks. Do it again...
For as long as Babyland will have me, I'll be here.
GGC
