This week my kid had her first ham sandwich. I don’t typically buy sandwich meat from the deli counter, and if I ever do–it is turkey. But my first day back to work called for a sandwich, and after a bite, Ale was a ham lover. She seems to sense when a sandwich has been made, and after a bite or two, she slides over to snatch it from my hands.
Today she asked for a sandwich, and I told her we were out. She said, with more than a little exasperation in her voice and eyes slightly buggy, “Do we have peanut butter? Do we have jelly? Put it together, and that’s a sandwich!”
Now it is the finish of a long day, and I am lying in bed with my sweeties on both sides. I can’t help thinking that this is the only sandwich I want: a mommy sandwich. I can hear both of them breathing, and every once in a while, a little snore. Ale is cuddled in her “big girl bed,” which is flush against our bed. She has her Barbie (with wet hair after her bath) and her baby lying beside her. (Baby had to come to bed with us tonight, because she wanted chichi.)
My chichi monster is on the other side of me. She’s propped up on my boppy with her arms thrown up in the air. Her binky is lodged between her ear and the pillow, where it fell when her suckling stopped. She’s already kicked her blanket down below her feet, but soon she will be recovered to ensure her warmth in our air conditioned bedroom. Her breathing is a bit erratic and is interrupted by little grunts.
Some people don’t like sleeping with others. They say they sleep better alone. Babies sleep in cribs with monitors allowing the
parents mothers to listen from afar. It is true that I will wake up half a dozen times tonight. Josie will nurse at least twice. But sleeping with Mama means that her stretches of sleep are around five hours. Ale might have a nightmare; that has been happening lately. Mami can soothe her right away with a little pat or a song. Victor will come to bed in another hour or so, and that will wake me up too. Someone may need a diaper change or a drink of water. We can’t all sleep like a baby husband, so I will be awake at the slightest change in breathing.
I don’t mind.
Being the middle part of a mama sandwich is the best job around. In fact, you might say that despite the love we have been showing sandwiches these days, a mama sandwich is still the most popular sandwich on the menu.