We had a long day of shopping today, and Levi was a champ as
I dragged him from store to store for nearly 12 hours. Our schedule was thrown
off and I didn’t want to make him suffer through a tiring and lengthy bedtime
scene. So I decided to nurse him and pat him to sleep as quickly as possible.
It took longer than I anticipated and I found myself having moments of
impatience and feeling the urge to run out and text somebody something or check
something online. How ridiculous is that. And then I realized what I was doing.
All of the stupid little things in life could wait. I lay down in my bed and
pulled that little miracle close to me and just cuddled with him. If he had
been laying in his bed on his own he would have been wiggling all over the place,
flipping from his back to his tummy, and going into his “downward dog” position
of feet and head with his butt in the air. But since I was laying there next to
him he snuggled up next to me and just lay there peacefully. His eyes got heavy
and he would just shake his head a little or cuddle his face into my chest. I
let everything else fade away, as I should have in the beginning, and enjoyed
the moment.
My mom always tells me a story about when she spent hours in
the night rocking Danielle when she was a baby. She says that it is one of her
favorite memories with her babies. I realize now what she meant. But you have to
make the decision to enjoy those times. You can get so caught up in your
frustration and fatigue and lose sight of the beautiful opportunity to make the
most special memories.
