Dear Reese,
Last night, as I turn off my light, you wake up, crying. I rock you, I sing to you, and you are not to be consoled for long, baby girl.
Teething. Bad dreams. I don’t know, but I crawl into bed with you in the guest bed and pull you onto me. Your cheek is on my cheek. I breathe slowly. You hold me tight. It’s not a position we can hold for long, but it’s something. It’s been months since we’ve done true skin to skin. This is not quite that, but close. I tell you I’m here and I’m not leaving you all night.
And I don’t.
Love,
Mama