Another day, another moment of Lucy on top of me, making me unable to move. She’s exactly what I need in life – something that cripples me from the go-go-go lifestyle that I typically lead.
Stop. I’m made to stop. No ifs, ands, or buts – I’m stuck here.
My husband, bless his heart, wants us to cry it out. Well, not us, wants her to cry it out. I’m not going to do that. She’s so young, and right now, all she wants in this world, is to be cradled and held and comforted like only a parent can do. Not a crib alone in the dark. Not that. She has me. I am not going to take the one thing she has away from her.
So for now, I’m content. I have to reassure him that she’s tiny – she’s new here. Just because this is our third rodeo, this is her first. She’s got a lot to learn and a lot of growing to do. Lets show her the way instead of abandoning her to find her way. We’re all she’s got.
My baby girl is right where she needs to be. Hearing my heart beat again and again – a reassurance of life, a reassurance of love. My scent, my sound, they cradle her body in a way nothing else in the world will.