Q is for Quiet Time

All April long, I’m blogging alphabetically about Adjusting to Life to Life with Baby Number 5. Click here to see all the posts in this series.
 

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When my first babies were little I could get so resentful of the hours spent up in the middle of the night. I would count the minutes, wondering how much longer until I could crawl back in bed and get some sleep.

Now, I relish those sweet moments in the middle of the night.

There’s nothing to steal either of our attention away from the other.

There’s nothing to listen to except her sweet coos.

There’s nothing else I “should” be doing, so I am fully present with her. I just sit there, drinking in every expression and every tiny, jerky movement. I watch in awe as she wobbles her little head, and, finally, with immense effort, manages to hold it up straight and still.

She opens and closes her tiny fists. Sometimes she catches my finger. She might as well reach in and grab my heart because it has the same effect.

I still don’t particularly enjoy being sleep deprived, but I love those quiet moments in the middle of the night.

Quiet moments with a baby are my favorite.

 

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