DAILY SNACK
One foot pushes rhythmically at the bottom of the bouncy chair, rocking the baby up and down, up and down. “Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool . . .” One hand pulls open the fridge door and snaps off a single-serve portion of yogurt. A flick of the wrist and the foil cover is peeled off and now rummaging in the cutlery drawer for a spoon. All the while holding the manual pump to a breast, squeezing and sucking, preparing for tomorrow night’s feed. Wiping off the kitchen table, scanning the fridge, and plotting tonight’s dinner.