Plus, living in a house packed to the brim with two adults, three teenage boys, a baby, and a Chihuahua, peacefulness is not always easy to find inside our home. Although it took me awhile to adjust from my quiet single-girl living, I have grown to love having a home full of energy and noises. But in the middle of the night, when Lily wakes for a bottle or a diaper or simply just a snuggle, the quiet peace is just beautiful. There's no microwave beeping, or doors being flung open, or bickering or laughing or video games playing or televisions blaring.
For a while now, Lily has slept straight through the night from 7:30 p.m. to 7:30 a.m. - but last night she woke up at 2:00 a.m. I shuffled to the kitchen to fix her a bottle, went into her room, changed her diaper, and we settled into our chair in the corner. She drank a full bottle. Typically at that point, she would start wiggling and squirming, I'd put her in her crib, and she'd conk out.
But on this night, she curled up in my arms, and just stared into my eyes. She smiled and whispered "mamama" and made little kissy noises with her lips. She rested the full weight of her head against my chest and didn't move an inch. So, there we stayed. Curled up in the chair, making each other smile, me watching her eyes crinkle in the corners and her studying my lips as I made a new sound she was trying to figure out. We sat there for close to a half hour, until both our eyes started to grow heavier and I reluctantly put her in the crib.
As I climbed back into bed, BHop sleepily said "You shoulda woke me up, I would have gotten up with her."
"Nah, that's OK."
