A sleeping house

            Baby care at 59 is entirely different from baby care at 31, my age when my fourth child was born. My back hurts. I’m stupid with fatigue.
            Nellie and Mike are both working nights this week, so I’m here to help with Fiona. Unaccustomed to night feedings and early mornings, I’ve collapsed into afternoon naps between Nellie and Mike’s waking and their departure for work. There’s someone sleeping pretty much all the time in this house. Still, Fiona’s big-eyed smiles and daily discoveries counterbalance all challenges…as long as I get my nap.  
 
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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