Thursday, February 17, 2011

Bad Dream

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:

Amber said...

I have tears in my eyes. That was such a sweet post...thanks for sharing the moment!