To be filed under things you shouldn’t watch when you’re just a month post-partum: The made-for-television, based-on-a-true-story movie “Stolen Miracle”. It’s about a baby only one day old who was abducted from a hospital on Christmas eve by a manic depressive woman who posed as a nurse. I watched the first 45 minutes because I was unable to change the channel (I was lying in bed nursing Bree while putting Hayley to bed) but by the time I came out I was in hysterics at the thought; I actually had to change Bree’s pajamas because I had cried enough that they were wet. Abduction is a big fear I have with either of my kids (I’m sure most parents share that fear) but a baby taken from a maternity ward is especially appalling because you’re supposed to feel safe there.

Anyway, I know there’s a happy ending but I just couldn’t watch it. My hormones instructed me to hide out with George’s computer until CSI: Miami came on instead.

In unrelated anecdotes, I have to write about something Breanna does after I feed her because I don’t want to forget. Sometimes she falls asleep and her head flops back the way mine did when I used to take the bus for an hour at 7 in the morning while I was in college. However, if she’s still awake, when she’s done she’ll close her eyes in a drunken-like stupor, arch her back, pout her lips, and then she raises one arm above her head and shakes her little fist triumphantly. It’s as though she’s saying, “YES! That was great!” Hayley always looked drunk too but the fist waving is a nice touch.

Typing all of this with one hand was a slow process. Nursing at the keyboard makes for weird typing.