Good morning, baby mine,
When you were wide awake at 6:30 this morning, I was annoyed. You had been wide awake at 5:00, and I don’t know if you remember this, but after I nursed you AND offered a bottle (are you going through a growth spurt?) I held you until nearly 6:00 while you fell back asleep. I watched the brightening sky and told you the birds were singing to you. I put my phone down and thought about being your mom, stroking your cheek and praying for you. I am sure I felt righteous in our early-morning moment, and deserving of the sweet sleep that was still to follow. I was not ready, at 6:30, for that little hand that was reaching for me through the crib slats.
Your Daddy was already up and getting ready for work, so after I soothed you yet again, I brought you into bed with me. It is amazing to me how your little body can take up so much space in his half of a king-sized bed!
I got to fall asleep with my hand on your tummy.
I got to be just a little bit of aware of you stirring some time later, only to reach out and touch my arm, which was enough to comfort you into staying asleep.
When you did wake, demanding more food and more comfort, I got to buy an extra half hour for myself by lazily nursing you right there in bed.
I appreciated your beautiful smile as you realized that I was still there.
I snuggled you and smooched you and sang a silly morning song that I had made up when you were brand new.
We played peek-a-boo under the blanket that I still didn’t want to give up. You laughed.
I was grateful.
Thank you for waking up at 6:30, little girl. But tomorrow, maybe sleep a little longer.