Thursday, January 26, 2017

Midnight | The Lone Tooth

Hullo 12:03. It's been awhile since I've seen you here; in front of the fireplace with me.

My wittuw dumplin' has sprouted the beginnings of her first tooth. We've rocked, and snuggled. And chewed on Raspberry teethers, and taken the midget dose of baby Tylenol...

And I nestled her into her favorite blankie...

...and gently tucked her in bed...

And she's been talking to herself, in there for a while.

I know I can never sleep, knowing she's miserable and not here is me.

What do I think about life, you ask?

Not much. At 12:11 in the morning.

How do I feel?

Not much. It's 12:11 in the morning.

Except for the warmth of the woodstove, and the heaviness of my eyes, and, mmm. Yeah. The ache of my back against the unfriendly hallway door jamb.

So what is there to talk about?

Much. But so little. It's 12:15 in the morning.

But I squirm to move the door jamb from one muscle to the other, and feel a warm thankfulness. Some people never get to do this. To FEEL this. The kind of mother's-love that cares so much for someone so small. Someone who needs her. Irreplaceably her.

And I finally slide away from the door jamb, away from the fire.

10% battery left.

And it's 12:21 in the morning.

And I think she's asleep.

Mama loves you Haven Grace.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Teething is hard on everyone! Poor baby girl.