Nameless by Claire Kent

Author:Claire Kent [Kent, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary
ISBN: 9781484007730
Google: gCfbmwEACAAJ
Amazon: B00CKAKZEO
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2013-04-29T05:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

Erin was having a miserable Friday.

She’d woken up just after five o’clock that morning to the sound of anguished squalling, only to discover that her daughter had produced the poop from hell, which had leaked out of her diaper and all over the bedding.

She’d ended up a half-hour late for work and had a headache all morning.

Then she’d been so exhausted that she’d actually nodded off during a staff meeting, to be awakened by an annoying colleague poking her in the arm and everyone else laughing at her.

She’d been so busy that she hadn’t had time for lunch—just swallowing down a little bag of peanuts from the vending machine. The lack of food hadn't improved either her headache or her mood.

Then she’d needed to go to the store after work, and—as she’d been standing in the endless line at the checkout counter—she’d discovered that she’d never put her wallet back in her bag, after pulling it out to get change for the vending machine that afternoon.

So she’d had to leave all her stuff in the cart and go back to work. Find her wallet—which was naturally right on top of her desk—and then return to the store and stand in line again.

This time, there was a woman with a baby behind her, and the baby was crying at the top of his lungs.

Erin tried to shut the sound out. Tried to think of anything else. But her breasts were full, and the crying triggered their letdown reflex.

She started leaking. A lot. More than she'd leaked since the first month after giving birth.

Erin crossed her arms over her chest and prayed for the baby to stop crying. Squeezed her breasts, trying to use pressure to get it to stop.

It didn’t really work. Despite the pads in her bra, she could feel the milk spreading out over the fabric of her shirt.

She was just about ready to cry when she left the store and made her way home, finally stumbling into her apartment an hour later than Stella had been expecting her.

She apologized profusely to the nanny, who shrugged it off and said that Erin looked like she’d had a horrible day.

“I was just about to give her a bottle, since she’s getting hungry. Why don’t you nurse her first?” Stella suggested. “Then I can stick around while you change clothes.”

Erin smiled faintly as she reached toward the swing to pick up her daughter, who was fussing and grimacing with dramatically grumpy expressions. “Hey, pumpkin. I’m sorry I was so late.”

The baby didn’t seem to appreciate the apology and wriggled impatiently until Erin cradled her against her chest. As soon as a nipple was offered, however, all resentment was forgotten.

Erin sighed and closed her eyes, feeling like a disgusting, half-dead cow.

“You look like you’re about to fall over,” Stella said sympathetically. “If you’re too tired, you should just skip your walk today.”

Erin took a walk with the stroller every day, immediately after work, when the sidewalks were still busy and it wasn’t yet dark.

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