Nursery Tour

There’s a glow in the middle of the night from the AngelCare monitor and the whirling sounds of the sleep machine to drown out the hums of the rest of the house. As the moon drifts in the skies, I rock back and forth slowly in my grandfathers old leather chair. Despite the fact that my eyelids have never felt heavier and keeping my head up becomes increasingly more difficult, those moments in the middle of the night, holding a squirming baby in my arm rocking back and forth humming our lullaby feels like a daydream…like a reality I was never quite sure I would see.