With each of us on either side of Daisy, we make her drink nearly half the pitcher, before turning her over and covering her back with a soothing balm to help with the soreness. “This is his favorite part,” Eden says, and I know she’s teasing me. But she’s right. Because every moment that I spend coddling and nurturing the girl I love, I’m thinking about how much I hated bringing her pain. Even if she loved it. Even if she came twice. Even if she needs it. It pains me to think I can’t give my girl everything she needs.
