Saturday, March 31, 2007
We are inadvertent co-sleepers. It wasn't something we thought about before Sophie was born and we were not prepared to have a newborn in our bed with us. But a tired and hormonal me couldn't bring myself to get out of bed every few hours to nurse our new little one back to sleep, putting her in a cold, lonely crib. So, I pushed back the covers and Sophie moved in.
Nighttime is now one of the most joyous parts of my day. Ok, so not EVERY nighttime is joyous, but our ritual is soothing for me. She loves her bath. We put away the baby tub months ago and every night she swims the length of the tub, splashing and playing and discovering. She then gets a lavender scented massage, with a little bit of quiet play time, before her pj's are put on and it's time to nurse. She falls asleep and I transfer her to my shoulder, then to bed. A few weeks ago, Roy built a co-sleeper that sits by the bed at the perfect height for her to have her own space and me to lay on my side and nurse. I put her down in her place and sometimes she stays asleep Most times I lay with her to nurse.
Already I find myself wishing I could go back to that first midnight labor pain, re-experience childbirth, just so I could do it all again from the beginning. Already, at only 7 months, my little girl is growing up. These nights, in the family bed, as Roy and I look at her beautiful, beautiful face and coo, "I love her" over and over again... these are the moments we wait for. Perfect, pure, moments.