Two nights ago, Thomas had a bad dream.
I woke up hearing him just crying and crying a pitiful little cry.
When I went to his room, I realized he wasn't awake. He just lay there, crying in his sleep, for about ten minutes, until I was finally able to wake him.
Then he wanted me to hold him. It's been a long time since he's let me hold him still and rock him.
And as we sat there, at 4am in the darkness, slowly rocking and calming down, I realized we weren't alone.
Kathryn was making herself known through her strong bumps and kicks as if to say, "hey mom, I'm here too."
I think this might be the story of her life :-)
It was then that I felt for the first time that I was holding my two babies, my son and my daughter, right there with me in the middle of the quiet night, and I smiled a very big smile.
1 comment:
I have tears in my eyes. That was such a sweet post...thanks for sharing the moment!
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