4am
Kate wakes up crying at 4am after we all had a late night. I lay down on the spare mattress to nurse her, which she does sleepily before falling back asleep.
First thought: when did she get so slow at nursing?? Jeez. She was always so quick about it, now I’m impatiently tapping my fingers. She’s especially slow when half-asleep in the middle of the night, of course. (By “slow” I mean it takes her 10 whole minutes, rather than 4 or 5.)
Second thought: boy am I ever going to miss these cuddles when they’re gone. I love the feel of her curls, her hand pressed to my chest, the sighs. I love the kiss on the forehead I always give her before lowering her into her crib. (I always whisper the same thing, “Good night, baby, I love you.”)
But of course an hour and a half later I am still not asleep, my stomach unhappy with the two drinks I had yesterday roiling uncomfortably. Sigh.
I am sad…we just weaned…at 8 months…I would have really loved to go longer….but I got a biter…booo hooo. Tried everything…but then the top teeth came in and I became petrified while nursing and my let down took longer and longer and she got frustrated and BAM…I got bit again. Had to give it up. I miss those cuddles so much because now she really loves her blankie and her binky…so even though we still cuddle while she has a bottle…she wants in her bed almost immediately after…enjoy you time with Kate (4am or not)…it really does go too fast.