dear baby,
last night, your nursings were all wonky…
after you nursed again at 5:30, i laid you back down…hoping you’d squeeze in a smidge more sleep before the rest of the house began to wake…
you protested for a bit, but finally drifted off…
at around 7:00, daddy sneaked out of bed and brought me some medicine for that headache that just wouldn’t let me go…
and i curled back up, waiting for relief…and watched you sleep…
your little fists rested above your peach-fuzzed head and your chubba fingers twitched…
your fringed eyelids danced…
that one propped-up knee swayed…back and forth…back and forth…
your back arched…stretched…then relaxed as a sigh escaped your lips…
then that little tongue started to dance…milky dreams playing behind those heavy lids…
and all at once…a knee-swaying, back-arching, chubby-fist-rubbing-the-eye stretch combination!
bear-bear and i watched…rapt…for over an hour…
eight babies…and i’ve never just done this?!?
what sweet heavenliness could possibly happen next?
and then…
flashing dreamy grins!
heavenly!
finally…one all-over stretch…and blink, blink, blink…
two baby blues looking into mine…
then a dimple-pierced grin…
and i jumped up to grab you…us snuggling right down into that cozy bed daddy made for me…you eye-smiling at me as you nursed…
that one chubba finger playing with the ring he gave me so long ago…it finally reaching up and touching my lips for those kisses it always finds there…
and me fighting back happy, happy tears…
then my fingers found that tickley spot under all those chins…and that blissful belly-giggle rumbled up from way down deep…
and those two sisters heard it…the ones who always vie for you first thing in the morning…and they suddenly appeared, exclaiming, “you slept so long!”
and just like that…they whisked you away…
and just like that…the day began…
that medicine never truly bringing relief…
and me…never more grateful for a headache in all my life!
very sincerely,
me (your ever-so-grateful mama)
