I open the gate and she runs to the base of the stairs. She is excited about venturing into what is usually off-limits to her. I let her go up two stairs, then I pick her up and she smiles because it's fun being lifted into the air out of nowhere, and she knows she's safe in Mommy's arms.
We enter her room and turn on the fan for background noise. The room is dark, but I close her bathroom door just to keep out any sneaky light that will probably try and keep her awake. I walk across the room and settle in the glider with her. I quickly try to remember which side she fed on last time. Oh yes, the left one...guess she's going on the right. She attaches to me and her body immediately relaxes. Arms that were once touching my neck now rest at her sides, her legs sprawl lazily across my lap, and now she drifts and drinks.
I look at her, often I'll sing her a made-up song, and push her hair back from her ears. It may tickle her, and I don't know if she knows how to do that properly by herself. Her eyes close, then open.....then close again. She's almost there. I wonder how much milk she's getting - I think about that a lot lately. I know she's getting some, but I'm thinking it may be more for comfort than nourishment. I decide that I'm ok with that. I still get to nurse her to sleep, so in some ways I still feel like she's a baby.
I will be sad when these times are gone. So now, I treasure them.
When she is almost asleep, I stand up with her in my arms and she rests her head on my left shoulder. Always my left one. I kiss her cheek and the side of her head and tell her my usual sweet nothings. As I put her into her crib, I'm always thankful that this process is so smooth. Without looking at me, she lays down and finds her comfort spot.
Then I walk to the door, tell her three sweet words, and close the door.
We enter her room and turn on the fan for background noise. The room is dark, but I close her bathroom door just to keep out any sneaky light that will probably try and keep her awake. I walk across the room and settle in the glider with her. I quickly try to remember which side she fed on last time. Oh yes, the left one...guess she's going on the right. She attaches to me and her body immediately relaxes. Arms that were once touching my neck now rest at her sides, her legs sprawl lazily across my lap, and now she drifts and drinks.
I look at her, often I'll sing her a made-up song, and push her hair back from her ears. It may tickle her, and I don't know if she knows how to do that properly by herself. Her eyes close, then open.....then close again. She's almost there. I wonder how much milk she's getting - I think about that a lot lately. I know she's getting some, but I'm thinking it may be more for comfort than nourishment. I decide that I'm ok with that. I still get to nurse her to sleep, so in some ways I still feel like she's a baby.
I will be sad when these times are gone. So now, I treasure them.
When she is almost asleep, I stand up with her in my arms and she rests her head on my left shoulder. Always my left one. I kiss her cheek and the side of her head and tell her my usual sweet nothings. As I put her into her crib, I'm always thankful that this process is so smooth. Without looking at me, she lays down and finds her comfort spot.
Then I walk to the door, tell her three sweet words, and close the door.
Flagstaff naptime - without mama.
3 comments:
She's precious. Time flies so fast.
Delicious post. I do miss those days.
I totally know what you mean...my youngest just finished nursing and it was almost impossible for me to stop! I miss it already!
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