I forgot about this

Dear Baby Girl,

Last night, for unknown reasons, you were up from 11:30 p.m. to 1:30 a.m., with about 30 minutes of sleep in between. And as I groaned, rolled my eyes and whispered, “Why is she doing this?” to your daddy, there was a little piece of me that was secretly happy you were up. Because it meant I could go in and cuddle with you and have a few more minutes of you in my arms.

These moments are so rare now, as you typically sleep soundly through the night. There is something so magical in these late-night/early-morning hours, as your groggy wails let me know you still want to be snuggled. It’s the only time you’re still. The only time you’re content to be wrapped up in my arms for more than a split second. How I love to hold your ever-growing body close to mine, nestle my head against yours and listen to your relaxed, heavy breathing.

All that being said, I am so frickin’ tired today. It makes me wonder how I survived the first months of your life when you never slept for more than an hour or two at a time.

I hoping a third tooth will pop through any day now to explain this unexpected wake up. Because I have a feeling that if this is a new and regular thing, it will rapidly lose its charm.

Love you,
Mommy

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