The Still of the Night

DAILY SNACK

Sitting up late at night,

Pushing myself to keep working through my fatigue,

I hear a wail.

“Mommy!”

Not again.

After a day of keeping what little he ate down,

Colum is throwing up in his sleep.

So I scoop him up and let him finish in the bathroom.

We wipe off his face and hair and put on fresh pajamas.

Dad changes the bedding,

And we brush his teeth.

Then we cuddle and whisper words of comfort.

And all the world stands still and deadlines don’t matter and all there is this moment.