Unconditional Love

You think you're going to have it, you hope you will. But there's no guarantee until you have that baby and feel the unconditional love pour down over your scalp, spilling onto your shoulders. The shoulders that suddenly feel pounds of responsibility.

Last night she was up, up, and up again. Runny nose and fever and her just wanting to tear me limb from limb, and cuddle. Then awake too early, nursing too much, crying constantly. Right after her 52nd drink of the morning, I took her diaper off and she bolted faster than I could catch her. Crawling naked with thigh chub is a sight for the weary (that's me). She came back toward me, pulled herself up, and peed on my pajamas. That warm liquid went through to my skin quite nicely and I groaned. Time to get dressed, I guess.

The thing is, she's perfect. She's got all her fingers. She's got a pristine little nose that is perched in the middle of a gorgeous, expressive, understanding face. She dances. Her lymphatic and nervous system run properly. She's completely normal. And we're all so thankful for that. And I know we have it all. But there's one more thing. I would like to inform "influenza" that she is not welcome here and never was {no offense}.