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A Saturday with Frugi - Meet the Wildes
Some mornings it is harder to walk out of the house than others. Some mornings they feed to sleep and I leave them stretched comfortably on my bed, all creamy skin and little toes, and I want so badly to slip back under the sheet, pull them into my arms and rest my face against their soft baby heads. Those mornings are hard. Some mornings they are awake and crying, they have not fed enough. Em takes a bottle easily – in fact, she prefers it – and she is more easily comforted by Kirsty than she is by me. She needs Kirsty more than she needs me, in that pure instinctive way in which a small baby needs her mama. But Polly? Polly wants her mother. Polly needs me. And those mornings, the mornings when I carefully, gently, put my baby down on the bed and try to deafen…