One Hand

The time is now 10:34a.m. and I am typing this blog with one hand not because I can and want to show off but because I have to.  Why?  Because my daughter has decided that the best place for her to nap at the present moment is on my left arm (completely asleep by the way).  It's amazing what your body can do when it has to.  For instance the things you can do with one hand. I have learned that I can make a bottle, make a sandwich, pack a diaper bag, put on pants, pick something up, brush my teeth, brush my hair, turn on a swing, blog. . .the list goes on and on.  I can remember before I had Emmy watching moms carry their baby around in one arm and I used to think "isn't that dangerous" or  "I would be so nervous to do that".  Within one day of being home with Emmy I was a pro at the one arm hold just like every mother before me and every mother after me.  The one arm hold is getting a little trickier these days as Emmy is squirming a lot more and likes to look at different things.  So I've learned that I am now a pro at switching holding positions while standing with Emmy.  So the truth is I am not nervous about holding Emmy like this nor do I find it particulary dangerous (as long as I'm the one doing it).  But I would never hold another person's child like this for fear that I would drop them.  It's the whole "you break it you buy it" mentality.  The time is now 10:45 a.m.  and I am finished typing this blog.  But that's not really a fair assessment of my one handed ability as in this time I have typed this blog, put a crying baby in her swing, made sure she had her binky in her mouth, went to the bathroom, hugged and chatted with my husband, pet and chatted with my dog and got a drink of water.  Ah the multi-tasking days of a mom