Grooving on lack of sleep
It’s true. I don’t always love getting up 2-3 times a night to a crying bug…but as we near the end of our first year together, it has become bittersweet. I remind myself that she doesn’t really know the exact moment when my feet have become warm underneath the covers or the very second that I have stopped thinking and begun to fall asleep. Even so, my girl has an uncanny knack for choosing that exact moment to make her wake up call.
She was cold. The temperature dipped last night, after nearly a week of balmy evenings where fleecy jammies were no longer necessary. I had tucked her in just an hour before and as soon as I touched her chilly little arms and torso I scooped her up and walked down the hall to our room to tuck her under the covers with me. I love the feeling of her solid little body pressed to mine. I love when she pats me while she nurses and those sweet sighs as she snuggles in closer. Her little feet pull up into the fetal position and she curls her entire body against me.
She will only be little for so long.
Too soon will come the day when she will tell me ” I can do this myself”.
For now, I am grateful to have these moments. Even if it means that I get by on less sleep.
We spent today in pajamas and sweats. I let her destroy an entire catalog because she likes to hear the paper rip. It was a good day.