lucy is thriving this week, so much so that i almost feel like i’m in her way sometimes. come’on, just lemme play with my exersaucer, mom.

you cried all day when you weren’t feeding or – briefly – sleeping.  leanne was sick, asleep, under covers, nauseous. i tried to take care of you and wore so thin.
is there something in the mother’s milk?  did we choose the wrong name for you?  disturbing thoughts once again careen.    i was unfair?