Sometimes, getting woken up in the middle of the night can be oh-so-sweet. While I am happy that my little girl is such a good, independent sleeper, there are times I WISH I could hold her in my arms until she drifted off…like the days when she was just a baby (the days that seem so far away already).
Last night at about 2am, I woke to the sound of Marley crying on the monitor. This hasn’t happened in about, oh, 8 months or so. Instead of giving Travis a shove to get out of bed, I barrel rolled out, made one of my many nightly stops at the bathroom, and walked down the hallway to Marley’s door. I debated going in, thinking maybe she’d stop, but then I heard her say, “Mama, mama.” And in I went…
Now I know re-adjusting her in her crib was probably all that was necessary, but I thought…nah, I’m picking her up and we’re going to cuddle. I lifted her out of her crib, grabbed her blanket and lovey, and she instantly pressed her cheek to my cheek, wrapped her arms around my neck, and fell asleep. I sat with her in the rocking chair for about 20 minutes…she draped her long legs over my belly (while little brother kicked away inside), drooled a puddle on my shoulder, and every so often she would unknowingly play with my hair. Before I laid her back down, she moved her head off my shoulder to look at me, and she gave me a big smooch. My heart melted. Best 20 minutes spent awake at 2am...EVER!
She can grow and change and learn all she wants (and I want those things for her), but she’ll always be my BABY!! I was in love with her before we even met...
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