Of course, there’s the part of me who’s sick of dragging myself out of bed every morning at 2 am (and 4 am…. And 5 am…) to feed the baby who simply won’t take milk from anyone but Mommy… but there’s part of me that savors the sound of crying on the monitor.
Now, before you dismiss me as crazy, let me explain.
You see, Will is my last baby. Definitely my last. Technically, Kate, my second was my last for three years, but this time I mean it. I am not having any more. And, because of that, these baby days are passing all too fast. With my other two, I prayed that they’d start sleeping through the night… and cheered them on as they learned to sit, crawl and walk. But with Will, I’m doing the opposite. I’m praying he stays my baby just a little while longer.
So, for now, I’m savoring those middle-of-the-night wake-up calls.
I’m stroking his little head, sleepily rubbing his face and praying for this sweet and unexpected blessing that God has bestowed on me.
Because all too soon, my midnight wake-up calls will be over.
Question for you: What part of your life right now are you savoring?