Monday, May 31, 2010

Tales From The Crib

It was past midnight.

I was nursing Bud his last feed for the night when Wei, who was already in la-la land, moved his hand; his 5 fingers were in unison going up and down, like he was patting someone.

It brought a smile to my face.

More often than not, in the wee hours of the morning, Bud would stir for attention.

I take him in my arms and feed him. He cries some more and I wonder why he's not comforted.

I open my eyes and realise he's still in his cot and that I had dreamt of waking up to nurse him. This delusion has happened several times now.

These stories have got to belong to first-time parents.

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