I can hear them both talking, addressing me… they’re telling me that I need to wake up, because it’s time to nurse the baby… I stir slightly.
But what are they talking about? She’s right here. I feel the heat of her up against me as I lie on my left side, carefully cradling her, cuddling her while she nurses… It is always so cozy and lovely when she nurses like this and we get to snuggle…
They keep addressing me, wanting a response from me (more than I have given thus far, anyway). They tell me, ‘Here – take her,’ and I don’t understand. I wrench my eyes open. Through the blur, I see one of them holding the baby. I turn my senses to what I’d thought was the baby. I tell them I’d thought I was nursing her. We all process together…
I was cuddling the stuffed elephant while sleeping. Not the baby.
While this was not the first time for me of having thought I was nursing the baby, only to find that I was just cuddling a stuffed animal (it had always been the stuffed dog previously), it was the first time I’d said the words aloud about the situation. Somehow, it was one of the funniest things for all of us.
My mom was so tickled, she brought it back up several times after the fact. Because it is funny to have someone think she’s nursing a baby but it turns out she’s half asleep and it’s a stuffed elephant. I still laugh when I think about it.
Post-a-day 2025
hannah ananas 