With my hip I lean against the dresser. Her hand clasps around my thumb when I take off her pajamas. Her lungs fill up with air and a pouting lip announces great sadness. Two seconds later she cries from the depths of her soul. She is 5 weeks old and the world is hard. Her room is the smallest cubicle in the house, but with the mountains we painted on the wall and a wooden chest of drawers that you can fold up, a place that hopefully will bring her a lot of security.
The dresser was lovingly made by my best friend and her husband. When her son was born it turned out that there were few chests of drawers on the market for tall people and they designed a chest of drawers that you can hang on the mitt at your height and fold it up again when you're done. On the shelves of the dresser are the washable diapers, the trendy prints have become my new addiction. If you go for a durable commode, then you have to do it really well, we have decided. So we went all the way for sustainability. I fold a diaper with a fish motif around my little one's bottom. This is when she stops crying and looks at me with big eyes. It's done again. When I lift her up I give her a big kiss, she's such a sweetheart. In her crib she falls peacefully into a deep sleep.
I sigh, finally time for the laundry. The dressing cushion makes way for a large pile of unfolded rompers. Humming, I fold the laundry. With a large pile of folded laundry between my arms and chin I walk to the closet. With my free elbow I close the dresser. That's it, it's time for the lukewarm tea that has been waiting for me downstairs for half an hour. Life with a little one, beautiful and quite exhausting.