It was so cold last night in the baby's room that we took him from his crib and bundled him up between us. He's so sweet in his sleep; quiet sucking noises as his pacifier pushes up and down, his little fingers carefully tracing the blanket by his face, tugging every so often, pulling it up, covering his eyes. I was on guard most of the night. Each fidget, each stir, brought me to lift my head and peek, or reach a hand to feel his warm body and hold him still. Sleep, I whispered, as much to myself as to him.
It didn't work; we were all restless through the night. And this morning we were up with Vin, saw him off to work. The baby and I watched the sun cut through the clouds and saw the lake wake up while I sipped strong coffee and shifted him back and forth on my hips. And then, he fell asleep, in my arms. I laid him down, and I was left in the quiet living room, with a laptop and a fresh mug of coffee - lo and behold, I got some writing done.
Finally.
It didn't work; we were all restless through the night. And this morning we were up with Vin, saw him off to work. The baby and I watched the sun cut through the clouds and saw the lake wake up while I sipped strong coffee and shifted him back and forth on my hips. And then, he fell asleep, in my arms. I laid him down, and I was left in the quiet living room, with a laptop and a fresh mug of coffee - lo and behold, I got some writing done.
Finally.
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