One of the greatest pleasures in being a new mom is rocking my son to sleep. Last night particularly Cal was battling sleep like it was the enemy. Now more than ever before, he cries when he’s tired – which is both trying as a parent, but reassuring to know what he’s after.
When he’s tired, Cal knows what he wants but he’s stuck – he doesn’t have the ability anymore to drift in and out of consciousness seamlessly like when he was teeny tiny and he can’t seem to ease into sleep on his own yet. So last night I held Cal’s tiny head under my chin, with his stomach facing mine, and rocked him to sleep in front of the fan. A few times he protested being put down on the bed, so I just snatched him again and kept rocking. It has been unseasonably warm this week, so Cal was clad in just a diaper, and I got to touch his velvety skin and listen to his breathing as it calmed and deepened. Although my own sleep is second to Cal’s, calming the little guy has proven a good way to comfort myself and put my own thoughts away before I lay my head down. There is nothing in the world more splendid than cradling a baby as he drifts to dreamland in your arms.
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