She hasn't rested on my chest like that in a long time. I miss it. She's growing up.
Yes, our nap together was delicious. Is there something wrong with me?
It's just that Claire was recovering from a bout of late night vomiting. The kind that reminds a parent of The Exorcist. Her impulse to climb in my lap was because she wasn't feeling well. I'm guilty of benefiting from my daughter's misfortune.
I fear I'm relishing in her convalescence too much. I like the extra cuddles and closeness. I like being needed by Claire. I like that she's moving at a slower pace. Hell, I like getting a bit of sleep after the night's hysterics.
I know moms are designed to nurture, but it's a little creepy to feel good when my daughter feels so bad. I'm surely a long way from Munchausen syndrome by proxy, but it did cross my mind...
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