Little things

I love sleep. I miss sleep. I was given a gift of a four and a half hour stretch of sleep last night and as pitiful as that is, it made me so happy. When I got up to feed Ruby, I did the usual things and set her back in her bed. 30 minutes later she was fussing, so I picked her up and laid her on my chest as I propped myself up in our bed. Instead of wishing she would go back to sleep or falling asleep myself, I enjoyed feeling the weight of her tiny body on my chest. I could feel her breath steady as she relaxed in my arms. I savored the feeling of her belly and knees move against my belly, placing me firmly back in the memory of being pregnant with her. She most likely will be my last baby and I don't want to spend my time with her wishing her newborn stage away. I choose to find the joy in the little things she does during the time I would normally be sleeping.