RD has gone to Sabarimalai. I get to sleep in the night between my girls with on hand on each of them.
Its 1 AM. I finish R2’s hour long feed. I undertake the difficult operation of transfering the brat from lap to bed. It needs the precision and accuracy of a spinning machine which churns 1245 threads a second. One wrong movement and its back to feeding. And I manage the transfer three times at night, night after night. *gives smug look and does not reveal the misses*
Then I realise I need to use the bathroom. I slowly cross R, get off the bed and open the bathroom door softly. I come out, switch off the light. As my eyes adjust to the dim darkness…
….I see that R’s left hand is on R2’s chest. R2’s left fingers are curled around R’s right thumb and there is a hint of smile on both their faces.
I feel a lump in my throat.
I think, let them sleep like this.
Three seconds later the elder brat is in the process of putting her leg on the 2.5 month old!
Nah! I think. Sentiments can wait, eh? Sometimes a mom needs to be practical!