My spouse and I just had our 8 year anniversary. He happens to be skiing in Utah right now with one of his best friends for the week. I’m home with Lamb, and really she’s at this very easy stage where it’s not a big deal that he’s gone. In a way, it’s kind of easier. I have full reign of the house and can do what I want, when I want, and binge watch netflix in bed until the late hours of the night………. hah. I’m tired now, for my own damn fault.
Two nights ago I was putting Lamb to bed and she definitely stalls a lot. Once in bed she asks to go potty, then her tummy hurts, then there is a hair in her mouth, then the blanket fell off, etc etc etc. After taking her to the bathroom I just sensed that maybe some snuggle time would be helpful. She hasn’t really snuggled with me on the bed in awhile. I mean, we cuddle a little when watching a tv show, or snuggle a little when reading a book. But I asked her if I could hold her in the glider and rock her. She said yes. So I did. And we sat there in silence as I rocked her in my arms (she’s gigantic, like 35 lbs and 40 inches tall). It made me cry. I told her about how I used to rock her when she was a baby. How I would be up all night with her trying to get her to go to sleep. Tears streamed down my face. I was so thankfully that I have been able to savor this time with her, not rushing in to having a second child so fast. After rocking her for 10 minutes I placed her in her bed and she went right to sleep.
Last night I asked her if I could rock her again 🙂 She said yes. So we did. And it was awesome. And I plan on rocking her at night more often until she tells me to stop. It’s the good kind of rocking because it’s not the kind that puts her to sleep but it’s the kind that just settles her down for the night. Last night and the night before she slept all night without a peep. It’s glorious.