Tonight I had a plan. Dishes, weights, flashcards for Buns. I had just nursed Reese, put on some Ariana Grande, started the dishes, and she was sound asleep. Oh wait...
Cue crying.
I proceeded to repeat the following process what felt like a million times: Pick up, swaddle, binky, swing, put pack in bed, repeat. She was a trickster you see...every time I picked her up she was happy as a clam, content as could be, all smiles that girl...then would doze off until she looked like the above picture, BUT the second I put her back in bed, all hell broke loose not 5 seconds later.
Then something clicked.
I decided to give in. Maybe in the future that will be considered bad parenting, but folks, tonight I gave in. I let go of that obnoxious, nagging to-do list in my head. The one that perpetually pokes and prods my brain until said to-do list is completely checked off. Tonight though...I let go of the list. Of the plan. I held my baby girl right there in the kitchen. Right there in the kitchen where the dishes were mocking me. But I turned the other cheek and swayed to Ariana Grande with my little princess. I snugged her and kissed her bald head to my heart's content. I held her little hand and tickled her back. I won't be able to do that forever. So I did it tonight. And I pray I remember that moment forever.
that swaddle on little Reese looks like it was done by a professional!! Impressed.
ReplyDeleteOh giiiirl, I am NO professional haha, it's one of those Halo things that makes it easy for ya;) Are you getting stoked/nervy/is it still surreal or what??
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