So the new year started. And I had not written a thing. Yet so many things have happened in my life and all around me. First, Baby ASW is now eating. Pureed food BUT it is still NOT breastmilk. Second, I am in Kenya. Here is how the last few months since I last […]
Dear BabyASW I know I was complaining that you hadn’t really moved much today but, damn, it’s approaching midnight and you are still dancing sukuti or iskistar inside my belly… You have to sleep, baba. I love you and cannot wait to meet you. Xoxo Your mother.
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Make yourself a drink.
mkhana in transit 