Morning Eden
I never, ever thought I would hear myself say it, but I love the early morning hours these days. I’m sitting here in the dark on a Saturday morning with my coffee and my beautiful baby girl. She’s nursing and I can’t help but laugh as she coos and moans while attempting to eat. (You know the scene in the movie What About Bob? The one where he’s eating the meal that he crashed at his theraptist’s vacation home and he’s moaning the whole time because it’s just so good? That is exactly what Sophia does every time she eats. And she’s every bit as funny as Bill Murray!)
She’s quiet sometimes, yes, but lately she has had just so much to say in her newfound baby language. And I can’t get enough. I keep getting in her face and talking to her to see what she’ll have to say this time. She loves to sing along. And she is a big fan of vowels.
“Check it out, mom! Oooo, Aaaaa!”
She just fell asleep in my lap, drunk on breast milk. I love that I can be responsible for so much happiness and peacefulness in her life. And even though it’s hard for me to go back to work, this means daddy finally gets a chance to feed her from time to time and experience this same amazing feeling. It’s hard to share it, but I’m so grateful that my husband is so enormously involved in her life.
She’s waking up now and telling me something important in baby code. I’m going to go enjoy this peaceful morning with my girl. The day will speed up way too soon.
