Keeping track of the days has been just one of the challenges over the last five and a half weeks. Not knowing the day of the week, the date, even the time of day: It's a feeling I have grown accustomed to.
The cause of this discombobulation lies nestled in the folds of a purple tie-dyed sling as I write. We are both trying to get used to this arrangement—holding and being held while I attend to other everyday activities. Since one major component of my life involves sitting at a computer and employing both hands on a keyboard, I realized it is necessary for my daughter to learn to nurse, sleep, and generally chill out in this sling. That way, she gets what she wants (food, warmth, the sound of my heartbeat and digestive gurgles), and I get to make money.
We can get used to this.