I keep meaning to write about a very simple pleasure; that of holding Olivia first thing in the morning.
When she first wakes (or very occasionally, when I wake her) at about six-ish, I am tasked with taking her out of her Gro-bag and taking her to the changing table under the window. I pick her up and put her on my shoulder. If she's retained sufficient sleepiness, she pulls her head into my neck and draws her knees up, arching her back - this is a very different way of holding herself than when she's awake, when her back is straight and she hangs her legs straight down - and there is something about it that I love.
I doubt I can really put it into words. This is something that lasts the time it takes to move her from her cot, round the bed and to the window. It probably takes between five and ten seconds. Perhaps it's the trust that she has to go to sleep on me while I'm carrying her, but I'm not sure. If it happens, it's because she's sleepy, so I don't think she really has much awareness of it. Perhaps it's not so much trust in any active sense as the fact that she's not detecting anything to make it necessary to wake up, that she can just curl up and continue to sleep.
There is a rude awakening for both of us when I put her down on the changing table and remove the nappy.
Note: This is not by MummyM at all. This is Blogger playing silly buggers, since I am definitely logged in as myself.
When she first wakes (or very occasionally, when I wake her) at about six-ish, I am tasked with taking her out of her Gro-bag and taking her to the changing table under the window. I pick her up and put her on my shoulder. If she's retained sufficient sleepiness, she pulls her head into my neck and draws her knees up, arching her back - this is a very different way of holding herself than when she's awake, when her back is straight and she hangs her legs straight down - and there is something about it that I love.
I doubt I can really put it into words. This is something that lasts the time it takes to move her from her cot, round the bed and to the window. It probably takes between five and ten seconds. Perhaps it's the trust that she has to go to sleep on me while I'm carrying her, but I'm not sure. If it happens, it's because she's sleepy, so I don't think she really has much awareness of it. Perhaps it's not so much trust in any active sense as the fact that she's not detecting anything to make it necessary to wake up, that she can just curl up and continue to sleep.
There is a rude awakening for both of us when I put her down on the changing table and remove the nappy.
Note: This is not by MummyM at all. This is Blogger playing silly buggers, since I am definitely logged in as myself.
Oh, those small, quiet moments are sublime. What a wonderful description.
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