There is this indescribable warmth that comes from holding a sleeping baby.
When you have to put them down you are left with this very odd sensation, sort of like being cold…but also that you are missing something.
I was supposed to take Vivi to the doctor yesterday for her 6 month visit but before we had to leave, this happened.
We were 20 minutes late to the doctor’s office. Sorry about that.
When it came time to put her to bed, again, I couldn’t put her down.
I held her as she slept until the big one insisted that I come downstairs and play with her.
She’s in her bed now, fast asleep and I am sitting here with that strange and cold empty feeling in my arms.
It’s not a sad feeling, or even a lonely one.
Even if I held onto her forever she’d still get bigger.
I spent so long without a baby that to spend any time without her now that she is here feels wrong.
They make parts of my soul tingle that have been dead for so long.