Oh! The joys of a new baby...reminding you that such a time as 3 AM actually does exist.
As I sat up last night with my baby girl wide awake in my arms, I thought how such moments are bitter sweet. Obviously, it's not my ideal time to be awake with my daughter (and I am still yawning this morning over lack of sleep), but at the same time, no one else was awake. It was just me and her, just me and my baby girl. We even took the time to open the window and gaze at the stars and the peaceful morning together.
I also peeked in on my other sleeping children and feelings of complete happiness and disbelief filled my heart. I looked at the baby in my arms, then at my two year old, then at my almost four year old and couldn't really remember when that growing up had happened, and it made me sad.
So even though I wanted to be in bed sleeping, I was content to know that that moment would never happen again- which once again was a bitter sweet. I will love being able to sleep through the night again, but I will greatly miss rocking my sweet, small bundle while only the heavens join us for a solitude moment, which all to quickly will disappear.
Best friends
I think I was up last night at three. It is bittersweet. But maybe more sweet than bitter. Maybe sweet with a dash of bitter, unless I went to bed at one...then bitter with a dash of sweet, or no sweet at all. Well, anyway, I completely agree, and it's great to be a mom. Oh, and I know...bed at one?? I'm not saying it happens often, just once and awhile.
ReplyDeleteWell said, my darling friend! I miss you like crazy and I love looking at your blog. (((hugs)))
ReplyDeleteYes, I'm going through and reading older posts in your blog - told you I loved reading it! (That book you mentioned publishing in one of your other posts, I get a signed copy, ok?) Everytime I hear the song Claire de Lune, I'm instantly taken back to the middle of the night wakings of my first baby, alone in the dark with a little night light and his music I used to play for him, that song included. I remember walking down the cold-floored hallway to get to his room that was warmed by a floor heater and holding his little feet in my hands as we nursed and rocked. And all of a sudden, he's being baptized and embarrassed to get undressed in front of me. Bittersweet, indeed. Loved those moments. :) Thanks for the trip down memory lane. :)
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