I run to the Baby Bus, straight from the stage. When I left Lisel with Caitlin, who we just met tonight, my baby was crying for me to come back! Please!
But I had to go to work.
So now, I run to the Baby Bus.
And the baby is asleep in the back.
And I pay the babysitter and thank her for watching our sweetness
And I sit by our child and feel my baby's chest rise and fall.
She is good. She is beautiful.
Friends come by and we visit. I stand in he door, propping it halfway open. I hear Lisel move and I excuse myself, because I need to make sure...
She is fine. She is still asleep.
And we hug our friends and say goodnight. And while Dave packs up the rest of our stuff, I lie next to my daughter.
I am a mother with her child
Who was crying when I left
And sleeping when I returned.
And whose chest is rising and falling, rising and falling, under my hand.
-- Post From My iPhone