When the baby's asleep, there's quiet, but very little peace because you always have to be one step ahead. I should be thinking of what I will feed him when he wakes and preparing syringes for his nasal gastric tube, should he decide not to eat anything. Instead, I'm planning a cake he won't get to enjoy, for a first birthday he may be too uncomfortable to celebrate.
Husband is using his small window of emotional and physical semi-freedom to brave the most depressing, lower socio-economic shopping centre in the city. He'll calculate the value of each meat pack and fresh vegetable, while obese families of 6 fill their carts with cans of coke, chips, alcohol and cigarettes. I used to feel sorry for them, now their ability to degrade the healthy bodies they were born with just pisses me off. They don't know the luxury they were born in to...she says as she sips coffee and smokes cigarettes.
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