dear baby,

as you’ve gained in months, more have asked, “is he sleeping through the night, yet?”

and as each night crept…and you called out…i began to feel pressed…

but your sweet daddy said, “he’s your last one…you’ll regret rushing this…”

~ just love, love, lovin’ that daddy ~

so if you’re not ready…that’s just fine…

‘cause i’m not ready either.

and if i could…i’d go back…

and i’d get right up…and step into that dark…and reach right down, feeling for your brothers’ and sisters’ warm, squishy little bodies…

and i’d snatch them right up…if only one more time…and snuggle right down with them…

if only i could…

i’d forget the rushing…the urgency for “schedules” and “standards”…

‘cause time’s growing you all up fast enough…

and how i wish i hadn’t helped it along so much!

so, so thankful for you…our little eighth chance!

very sincerely,
me (your contented sleepy mama)