10/30/2018
Last night we layed on my bed, you and I. Dad was in the room with the older girls, snuggling Lena till she fell asleep. He likes to do that, put each of you to bed. It's his special time to hold each of you close, sing to you, rock you, and be with you until you close your eyes. Usually he'll take you into their room, and walk in circles on the rug with you tucked up on his shoulder until your asleep. But you'd had a rough couple of hours, and after nursing you heaved a sigh and flopped back on my pillow. So I kept you there with me. I played some soft piano music on my phone and we snuggled. Your fat little thumbs and fingers grabbed onto one of my hands and I tucked the other around your fat little belly. There was an overwhelming rush of gratitude as I reflected upon the last nine months. And I remembered the night, at 26 weeks pregnant when I was kept in the hospital for early labor. Laying in the hospital bed, with ...