I've had a handful of people tell me that someday I will miss those middle of the night wakings and feedings. I'm going to go ahead and say that I am pretty sure I will not be shedding tears when Addilyn decides to really truly sleep through the night. I am thoroughly looking forward to the days when I don't have to go in her room to get her until morning time.
But I am going to say that there have been nights recently that I haven't minded my one trip to her room in the early early morning. Addilyn hasn't been a cuddly, sweet nurser for quite awhile. Minus her morning feeding I often feel like I'm wrangling a wild animal, getting her to avoid all distractions and forcing her to eat. Plus her sharp little teeth starting to peek through scare me a little.
But that middle of the night feed? She'll take her little hand and wave it around, until she finds mine and hold onto a few of my fingers. She'll play with my hand or put her hand up by my face. When I'm done feeding her I'll put her up on my shoulder and she'll rest her head on me and put her arms around me, breathing deeper and fall back to sleep. I rub her head or her back, and kiss her cheek and she just presses her sweet little self into me.
I don't know if it's the fact that my sister and two friends had babies in the last two weeks and I am realizing how fast this time is going, but I've been extra emotional lately. I feel like Addilyn is changing every day and that we're entering a new stage. Solids, less naps, moving, mini crying fits when I take something away or don't do something fast enough. It feels like a totally new stage of parenting. And it feels like my baby is not so much of a baby anymore.
So while I am anxious to have a full nights sleep, I know it will come someday. For today I am appreciating and soaking up the few minutes of quiet, sweet baby snuggles, even when they come at 4 in the morning.