Strange Machines

The end of the 5 hour sleeps is nigh. Or rather, they’ve moved to day time and in Mommy’s arms. Heaven knows it is wonderful holding him to sleep and smelling his hair and cheeks, but at some point I need to eat, drink, or pee. Thankfully, my Mom has great foresight and bought me MBF, which Bear is sitting on while he naps on me. At least that frees up both my hands to type.

Last night he slept 4 or 4.5 hours till 4am, woke at 7am, 8.30 for a burp, woke at 10am. I was so exhausted that we slept (or rather I did while he gurgled next to me) for another session to finally wake at 11am for good. Too tired to get out of bed, I carried him on MBF while he slept, and took the opportunity to trim his nails, and then my own.

By 1215pm, it was time to get up. Bear howled shortly after I put in the laundry and fed the cats. I returned to pick him up twice. He didn’t seem to hungry although he happily sucked till he slept and didn’t want the other breast. He wasn’t happy being put into his stroller so settled for nestling against me to sleep.

A cuppa green tea and hot pasta in my tummy later, I feel better although some disappointing news put a bit of a damper on my day. Nevertheless, cuddling little Bear and looking at his sweet face brightens it right back up. I never figured myself for the nurturing sort (all 5 cats are fiercely independent, but not fierce). Nature is a strange animal, and we, its strange machines.