Apr 19
It doesn’t feel like I ever sleep at all. Maybe it is because I’d spent the last few nights up doing the migration and every hour running to the bedroom to nurse one or more children back to sleep.
When I finally hit the bed I pass out till one or more kids wake up and the night nursing dance begins again.
When will I sleep again, I don’t know. But it is someday and for now, I wearily sniff my babies’ sweet cheeks and hair and work on enjoying these precious moments.
Mephala is a strange and rather interesting 
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