Midnight Feeding

“It's time for another midnight feeding” I think,
but then I realize I’m already in the kitchen staring at the flower print
wallpaper next to the fridge with a screaming baby in my hand.
Oops.
Two scoops of formula for every one…
no wait, one scoop for every two ounces. Yeah, that’s it.
Infamil with Lipil.
And iron.
Closest to breast milk.
Mix then shake.
25 more times for good measure.
Im still holding a screaming baby.
My screaming baby.
No.
My screaming son.
No.
Just my son.
My gulping
spilling
frothing
gasping
gurgling
writhing
calming
eating
relaxing
sleeping
son.
Burping son.
Back to bed now,
over the gate
but don’t trip like that one time.
Sleep son.
Sleep dad.
Wake me if you need me.