"And, still Caroline cried, and Martha's nerves vibrated in extraordinary response, as if the child were connected to her flesh by innumerable invisible fibers."

- The Happiest Baby on the Block by Harvey Karp, p. 21

Our body connects to that of the infant, our literally-metaphorically fibers, intertwinned like a vine.

• I wake up, dreaming-at-the-cusp of holding the baby, and have to remind myself I have set her down elsewhere.

• I walk away from the shopping cart, and feel like I've abnegated my paternal responsibilities, before recalling it is not the child.

— I am scrambled, and recomposed, by the being of this other.

- December 5.