Short entry this time, still recovering from the Valentine.
Each time I go to put Madelene down for a nap, she fights it with all her tiny might: she struggles to keep her eyes open, she pushes against me, she whips her head around. It’s sweetly heart-wrenching (if that’s possible) because I know exactly what she is going through. I have fought sleep my entire life, as I think most of us do. I think it’s part of the human condition, always wanting to be there for more, for whatever’s next. M’s starting early.
When she wakes up, it’s the same epic struggle against the lull of sleep: