This is how I slept for a whole year with my youngest son and now my baby girl. Some days it gets mundane and tiresome. But and let me be clear I feel very fulfilled and I am luckily not Longing for anything in this regard. But now as we approach baby girl turning one year old, I know I'll miss these days.
A poem: Nursing my Baby, As we Drift off to Sleep.
As I lay here and nurse you in the middle of the night,
The only thing that illuminates us is the street light,
I trace your face and see your eyes that start to quiver,
And your little hand wraps my finger and I just shiver,
At the thought of sheer happiness with you here where I lay my head.
And you fall off contented and as we drift off to sleep in my bed.

Make Mistakes. Breathe, Reflect. And don't forget to Laugh.Out.Loud
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