LEB

LEB are the initials of my baby girl and her new friend who was born late last night! I'm still waiting to hear the labor story and visit my friend in the hospital, and I'm still waiting to hear the outcome of labor number 2. But, it's been on my mind so much that I even dreamt t their experiences in the four hours of sleep I got.
Getting in bed after midnight, I was a little groggy when I got up at 4:20 am to rock baby back asleep. Again at 5:15, I tried a pacifier. At 5:55 I climbed into the bed in her room to nurse. I cuddled her up to me, on her side, and tried to rest as she ate. Even in the early morning darkness I could see her looking up at me. We laid like that for probably an hour. I kept thinking she would drift off and let go, but nope. Whether for comfort or hunger, she kept going. It was sweet. Then she rolled onto her back and started raking the blanket with her fingers. She raked and pulled it all the way into her mouth. She wasn't going to slepp anymore. When I finally got up to change her diaper, it was 7:30. Though exhausted, the look in her eyes and the smile on her face, her vigorous kicking on the changing table just assure me that she's happy, full and secure. All worth it.