He is fussy and I am putting him to bed early. His big brown eyes are glossy and dazed. I sit near his crib and cradle him in my arms, shutting out the noisy world around us. The sudden silence calms him. He begins to breastfeed. His tiny, dimpled hands steady my breast on each side. He is warm and soft and freshly bathed. His plump, bare legs hang down at my side. He stops for a moment and looks up at me, puzzled. His right hand reaches for my hair, and he lets the cascading waves graze his fingertips. He pulls away from his meal to study my face. I grin automatically, and the corners of his mouth turn up into a big, beaming, open-mouthed smile in response. His eyes sparkle. He takes a deep breath and returns to his nightcap, focused now on filling his little belly. I am warm inside, and my heart aches with joy.
Sleep well, baby boy.
1 Comment
August 8, 2009 at 9:19 pm
Okay, you officially have made me return to my “get healthy to get preggers plan”.