Tonight Mary brought Ben upstairs after his 10 o'clock feeding. He was in his own little milk coma, sound asleep while I pedaled away on the stationary bike. The light was on, and I looked over at him in his deep sleep and he smiled. A small toothless grin. I am sure he was dreaming. I wonder what five day old babies dream of?

I remember when Robby was a few months older than Ben is now. I would often sit with him at night in the rocking chair and give him his bottle. After he had enough he would slowly slip into his own little milk coma. I remember he would scrunch his legs up toward his chest and I would lift him to my shoulder and burp him. He would be so asleep. So content.

It is nice to have milk comas back in my life.