For some odd, neurotic reason, I wake up in the middle of the night to check if my kids are breathing. I quietly watch to see their chests rise and fall. If Isabella happens to be hugging a pillow, I hold two fingers outside her nose to feel the air come out. If Noah's face is buried under the pillow he is hugging, I pull the pillow away even though I know I could wake him. When I am satisfied that they are breathing, I go back to bed.
Oops, is my neurosis showing again?
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