Oh dear, my poor wee girl has gone from sleeping through the night beautifully, to trying to wake up three times the last few nights, screaming and uncomfortable, I think maybe wind?? Going to ring Plunket shortly and get some advise. Poor little thing seems to be in pain. First wake up fixed with patting and shushing and the dummie, second wake up by pacing then feeding, third by rocking and dummie again... Makes for a very long night...
So as I sat feeding and snuggling at about 3.30 this am, I instead of feeling grumpy and cross as my initial reaction was tending to be, I held Aria a little closer, and I drank in her loveliness, I kissed her and told her how much I loved her, and I whispered praise to the one who gifted her to us.
Because in that moment, I remembered how blessed I truly am, I remembered those who have not been given this miracle of motherhood, I remembered those who could no longer hold there sweet babies in the arms, but only in their hearts, and I felt like the richest, most blessed woman in the world.
I do not want to take one moment with her for granted, even if that moment is at 2am, then 3am, then 4am! Because that is what it means to be Mama, to be there for them day and night, to put their needs above your own, to be the comforter, the nurturer, the provider, to be their place of safety and refuge, to cherish and adore them every moment. And I love that when Aria is upset, or in pain, she just wants to be in her Mamas arms, and that is the way it should be, she knows she is safe and loved there.
