Further to F_'s post I thought I would also relate a bit of the flip side. The other day Olivia had been running me ragged all day. She didn't settle until late in the evening. She then woke up in the night for a feed and wouldn't go back to sleep. After an hour and a half of picking her up, rocking her, breastfeeding her, rocking her, putting her back in the crib, picking her up, rocking her...I was losing the plot. 'It's the middle of the night and I want to go to sleep, I just want to go to sleep, it's four o'clock in the morning. she's been up an hour and a half, I want to go to sleep' I wailed to F. Just when I had reached the end of my tether and didn't know what else to do to get her to sleep I reached down to pick her up for the millionth time and she gave me the sweetest, loveliest smile ever. It was like she knew she had pushed me that little bit too far and realised she had better do some pretty serious sucking up (and not with my nipple in her mouth)! Smiles like that make it all worth while.
Sadly I've only captured that particular smile in my mind but here's one she made earlier (apologies for quality of image but it was taken on my mobile and has been uploaded via the wonders of modern technology).
Sadly I've only captured that particular smile in my mind but here's one she made earlier (apologies for quality of image but it was taken on my mobile and has been uploaded via the wonders of modern technology).
God had an amazing plan when he made babies cute.
ReplyDeleteThey're so....demanding & dependent...and then they do something like that...it is all worthwhile!