Calmly Drifteth On the Years

It took three babies to make me a little more relaxed about having a baby.

Trying to nurse a baby to sleep that just won't settle down and stop looking around:

Old Debra would have started whining something like "he's tired and what is wrong with me as a mother that I can't get my baby to sleep" or somesuch silliness.

New Debra's like, "meh." Lay him on the bed and try again in 10 minutes.

And this is what I get for such profound personal growth.

All on his own.

One of my favorite parts of the night.