Onesie anyone?

I've been thinking a lot the past month of how being a post partum mom and a newborn are a lot alike.
For starters, there is enough "bodily maintenance" to last all day. For baby- diapering, nursing, lotions, baths. For mom- diapering (oh yes!), nursing, lotions and baths. By the time we are both clean and fed it's noon and time to begin again.
I feel like I need to eat as often as she does- so hungry from breastfeeding!
Then there's the crying. Nori asks a million times a day- why is Miriam crying? And I reply with the same few answers "babies don't have words" or "sometimes we don't know why babies cry."  Sometimes Mommy cries and we don't know why too. And sometimes Mommy can't find words.
And the sleepiness. Miriam gets to drift in and out of this wonderful foggy state of being. I drift in and out of being coherent as well. We both look a bit glazed over most of the time.
The other evening when the weather got chillier, I woke up to find that I had swaddled myself in my sheets. She too finds comfort in being swaddled.
There is one thing that I don't get to have that she does. And I am jealous. She gets to wear those onesies that have the long sleeves to cover her hands. What a state of dependency to get to have your hands covered all day. And what a state of not doing anything, but allowing others to care for you.
I wish I could wear one and lay in bed all day.