Enter the Baby Zone

My apartment is now one of those apartments. The baby apartment. I always swore it wouldn’t happen. But there is crap everywhere: a bassinet and a rocking chair in the living room, a springy jumper thing hanging from the door frame, blankets and puke-crusted washcloths on every surface, and something … Read More

Sleeping Like a Baby

That night we both went to bed at 9:30. We slept well, together, two guys in a bed, with groggy breaks every couple of hours for peaceful feedings and rockings. I awoke in sunlight with him looking at me with huge wide chestnut eyes (his mother’s eyes) and a shy … Read More

The Night Off

Some kind friends with two kids of their own have offered to take the baby off my hands for three hours on Saturday afternoon. I am looking forward to this as an inmate might look forward to his walk in the yard. But when I drop him off I am … Read More

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