The breastfeeding books say, "watch the baby, not the clock" but Oh I am a Clock Watcher!
Motherhood is not, at this point, a clock friendly endeavor. I try to make it so by charting when Baby N ate, slept, presented me with a chockful diaper... but it's more a record of what was. It does only a little to help me to anticipate what will be and what his behavior means - hunger, fatigue, gas, boredom? (Not to mention what my life means.)
I crave the order made from dates, times, amounts. I crave the sense it helps me to make of things.
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