Appreciating
The last week Nora has skipped her night feed, but yesterday she was asleep by six and I couldn't wake her up to eat. Seeing the sign on the wall, I went to bed early so that I'd be calm about having to wake up in the middle in the night to feed her.
A little after one Nora woke up so bright-eyed that I was almost sad thinking about puting her back to sleep.
I want mention that Nora grew another inch in the last few days. I'm not sure why it's important, except that when I picked her up last night, she was all long and lean, it was almost like holding a totally different baby. It's those little moments that resonate with me the most as a parent; all of the changes and beautiful reveals.
There I was, in Nora's room and she was wide awake, so I took a bit to just hold her. She wasn't fussing, or desperate for boobie, and I indulged. In the light provided by a duck night light I could see her smile. Her tiny mouth was experimenting with raspberries, pausing, then she'd flex her voice. It was as if she could tell it wasn't appropriate to be shouting, her coos were soft and subdued. We rocked in the chair for a while and I gave in and fed her.
Once she ate she stared up at me babbling and played with my fingers. It was going on two in the morning, so I bundled her up and took her to bed with me and Adam. I thought, like an idiot, that she'd just snuggled between us, get bored, and fall asleep. Ha.
An hour later Adam and I were whispering to one another and the dog was barking and Nora was no closer to being asleep than she was at one. So, I took one for the team and went to the living room. Nora's Achilles heel of sleeping is to be aggressively jiggled on my lap. I know, I don't get it, either, but it works. A few very wiggly moments later she was back and sleep.
Before I knew it, it was five in the morning and time to get up. We, as a family, went to the Department of Motor Vehicles at six-thirty in the morning to get in line. Fun fact: I was not first in line in the forty degree weather.
Now I'm legal. Huzzah!
A little after one Nora woke up so bright-eyed that I was almost sad thinking about puting her back to sleep.
I want mention that Nora grew another inch in the last few days. I'm not sure why it's important, except that when I picked her up last night, she was all long and lean, it was almost like holding a totally different baby. It's those little moments that resonate with me the most as a parent; all of the changes and beautiful reveals.
There I was, in Nora's room and she was wide awake, so I took a bit to just hold her. She wasn't fussing, or desperate for boobie, and I indulged. In the light provided by a duck night light I could see her smile. Her tiny mouth was experimenting with raspberries, pausing, then she'd flex her voice. It was as if she could tell it wasn't appropriate to be shouting, her coos were soft and subdued. We rocked in the chair for a while and I gave in and fed her.
Once she ate she stared up at me babbling and played with my fingers. It was going on two in the morning, so I bundled her up and took her to bed with me and Adam. I thought, like an idiot, that she'd just snuggled between us, get bored, and fall asleep. Ha.
An hour later Adam and I were whispering to one another and the dog was barking and Nora was no closer to being asleep than she was at one. So, I took one for the team and went to the living room. Nora's Achilles heel of sleeping is to be aggressively jiggled on my lap. I know, I don't get it, either, but it works. A few very wiggly moments later she was back and sleep.
Before I knew it, it was five in the morning and time to get up. We, as a family, went to the Department of Motor Vehicles at six-thirty in the morning to get in line. Fun fact: I was not first in line in the forty degree weather.
Now I'm legal. Huzzah!
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