One thing I really quite adore is to have my baby girl sleeping on me, against me, with me. Right now she's sleeping on her side on the breastfeeding cushion, pressed right up against my chest. I have to reach over her to type. She feeds in her sleep occasionally, then lets go. She stirs, wriggles. But she's with me, the whole time, our bodies warming each other. We're both safe in the absolute certainty of the presence and wellbeing of the other. When she needs me I am *right here*. I don't even need to wonder about whether she is sleeping OK, or whether she's crawled out of the covers, or whether she's still breathing (every new parent knows this feeling I'm sure). Coz she's *right here*. In fact she is right up against my heart.
These are special times. She won't be sleeping against me on a breastfeeding cushion all her life. Probably not for many more months, even. So I am drinking this wonderful rich warm experience in, relishing it, like a thick hot chocolate on a cold night.
Weekend reading - We went out to dinner at the local Korean BBQ last night with Kerry, Sunny and Jamie. The dinner was a little family celebration of Kerry and Sunny's new...
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