Crazy Nights

The short bursts of small cries woke me at 3am.

“Benjamin. He is hungry”.

My sleepy mind pulled the small bundle near me closer to my chest. The crying continued and increased in loudness. Any louder and he would wake up Doug laying next to me. I tried again to feed my cute little bundle, as my mind slowly gained consciousness. Apparently, food is not the answer as the crying continued, so I got out of bed to my feet to walk around, in hopes of calming him.

I was only two steps, carrying my little one with large gorgeous eyes, when another cry issued, but instead of coming from my arms, it came from the nearby bassinet.

“Who is in Ben’s bassinet?” My sleepy brain began to race. “Why, it’s Benjamin!”

My mind paused. “Who is in my arms?!?” Drawing a blank, I looked down, my eyes still adjusting to being awake. It’s Susan, my teddy bear, her face damp with milk. As I set her down and picked him up, my only thought before snuggling him close to me-

“Oh God, I am so tired, I’m loosing it! I just tried to breastfeed my teddy bear!”