Insult to injury

Some days

I don’t want to write

Because I’ve been

Insulted

With injury after injury

Poor Morgie

Now with

A double ear infection

Again

And no sleep

So what am I going to write about

Other than the one moment

In the car today

When Matt took “off” work

(We work for ourselves so that’s really a stretch)

To help me take Morgan

To the doc

All three of us

Up all night

Rotating baby duty

Holding her upright

So her ears didn’t ache

Laying horizontal

Though at one point

In the night

I tried to lay her down

To give my arms

And shoulder

A much needed rest

And she screamed

And sat up again

For the umpteenth time

And I exclaimed

Dear God go to bed!

Not at her

But at the world

This morning

On the way to the docs office

Matt and I could have broken

We could have argued

That sleepless type of argument

Or said things we didn’t mean

But Matt said

When I heard you say

Over the baby camera

Dear God please go to sleep!!!

I knew that was my signal

To come up

And switch baby duty

Maybe it’s not so funny in writing

But in person

And in our delirium

We cracked up

To the point of tears

It’s funny

And incredible

How laughter

Can really

Get you through anything.

I think many times

It’s a conscious choice

To choose humor

And one day

It becomes a pattern

To choose to laugh

So on the hardest days

Like the insult to injury days

You still have silver linings

And the lightness

Of laughter.