*Eleanor*
I’ve never been so thankful for a sleepy baby in my life. Sitting in the quiet alone with Anders has been uncomfortable. I happily take my daughter, excusing myself to put her to sleep. She fights me, and I smile. I needed some space between us.
Unfortunately, she’s fussing and won’t sleep. She’s hungry. I walk back out, and he looks up at me immediately.
“Could you hold her?” I ask awkwardly. “I need to milk the goat.”
He shakes his head. “No, I will go. How much do you need?”
I show him on the bucket about how much she has been drinking, and he hurries outside. I walk around, bouncing her to keep her calm while he is gone. When he returns, he pours some of the milk into her cup and brings it to me. I sit and feed her as she snuggles into me.
“Sorry. I thoug
