Last week when I was putting Mr. K to bed, he asked me to stay longer than I normally would. Generally he gets one story, and I lie down with him for a song or two and then say goodnight. I don't normally stay longer than that, even when he asks me too. He is such an early riser that I really need him to sleep.
This particular night, I decided to stay for some cuddles. His music was playing softly, the room was dark and it was just him and I.
He wrapped his little hands around my arm, pulled me over closer and closed his eyes to drift off to sleep. I stared at him for a few minutes and it brought back memories of late night feedings when he was a baby.
I would sit nursing him, rocking in the glider chair in his nursery. The house was quiet and still. I would sing softly to him, and just delight in the time I had with him. Alone. Just the two of us. My mind not racing with a million things I had to get done; no 3 year old pulling on my arm to get my attention. Not watching tv. Just enjoying the amazing connection that he and I had.
I always loved that night time feeding with my oldest as well, but I had lots of time to connect one on one with him. With Mr. K, that time wasn't always there since Mr. J was around and home with me as well. The night time feedings were so peaceful.
This moment reminded me of those times. It also reminded me of the not so peaceful times when I really just wished to be sleeping and not awake with a baby for the 5th time in 2 hours....Those times happened too