It is past midnight. I feel frustrated and tired. The Kismet is still awake, unable to sleep easily. I know my little one is probably more frustrated and tired than I, but…still, I feel I have reached my limit.
“GO TO SLEEP DAMN IT!”
I can see her feelings are hurt. She cries and cries and I feel defeated.
“Do you want to nurse?” No.
“Do you want to sleep?” No.
“Do you want some water?” No.
“Can I hold you and we dance slowly and sing?” Yeah.
And we do. And just like that I am redeemed.