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Thursday, May 29, 2008

Someday

It's 2:02 am, and I am awake. Not been-out-clubbing-just-got-home awake (ha, ha). No, this is the my-sweet-NHV-just-called-out-to-me-through-the-monitor kind of wake. That darn monitor that permanently resides on my nightstand. You know the one that Chad somehow isn't able to hear ... because of his "bad ear" and the fact that he's male. The same monitor that functions as a secondary alert system because I usually sense Natalie's calls before she even makes them. Yes, I am awake because I am a mommy.

So NHV called out to me at 1:37 am, and I let her attempt self-soothing for a grand total of 5 minutes. She wasn't even crying very hard, more like fuss, fuss, fuss ... long pause. I probably should've let her work it out, but it's hard for me to imagine her alone in her dark nursery, awake for some reason ... perhaps a bad dream or a need to practice a new skill or sore gums ... I run through a long list for those entire 5 minutes, and then I just have to go to her. I go because I know I can make it better and that is a powerful feeling.

I found her up on her knees kind of rocking back and forth, which immediately made me think of the stair-climbing practice we did earlier today. I can't even begin to imagine what her little brain and muscles must be going through; how much she learns everyday is staggering. In my mommy brain, I assume she's woken up because of this overload. I scoop her up out of her newly lowered crib, which is no easy feat, and begin whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She immediate calmed down and melting into my arms, and despite being awake at this ridiculous hour, I feel like I am exactly where I want to be.

Wanting to savor that feeling for just a few more minutes, I sat down in my glider and put my favorite - super soft - blanket over us. And I just rocked and enjoyed the weight of her in my lap and the smell of her hair and the rhythm of her breathing. And I let my mind wonder.

My first thoughts were of my little sister who gave birth to her third child earlier today. I wonder what she is doing right now. Is she awake, too? Is she feeding or changing or soothing her precious Greyson Daniel? Oh, those early days are such a blur; an emotional, sleep-deprived whirlwind of cries, feedings, and uncertainty. And then my thoughts wander to the fact that soon - very, very soon, sooner than I would like - Natalie will turn one year old. It just doesn't seem possible, and I can't believe how different life is. And in that moment, I have a hard time remembering my life before her.

From there my thoughts fall upon a book given to me for Mother's Day by my dear friend in TX. It's titled Someday, and it is a book I absolutely cherish - because it came from Laurie and because it's just beautiful. The mostly white pages are wonderfully illustrated, each one listing a milestone and then wishes the mother has for her daughter's life. For me it serves as a poignant reminder to enjoy where and when we are right now. Natalie will never be this same baby girl again. A thought that is beyond bittersweet.
Someday is everyday.

3 comments:

supahmommy- somethin's wrong with that girl said...

that is so touching dana

i love smelling pey's hair

there's a time and place for everything.. including tough love. You'll know when to do it.. and when to savor. :) FOr now.. savor it. She's so little. Soon enough she'll be 2... walking around talking.. yelling at you and sporting a haircut that only a mother could create.

SO smell her hair.. touch her fingernails... look at her little toes... and trust yourself .

what I have found.. is that no matter what.. there are always .. good points and bad points. with any mothering advice i mean.... ask any mother for advice... she'll give it... then the mother sitting next to her will chime in with the EXACT opposite advice. Do what works for the V's.

it goes too fast..
love d

and i am LOVING the new look...
you are tempting me to do some turnabout... here.... ughhh.. the process though... widgets dissappear... ughh.. lol so cute is the pic too!

Chi-town momma said...

I had my own middle of the night moment last night. Benjamin has been fighting off congestion and a cough, but last night the cough won. As soon as he would fall asleep, he would cough, wake himself up and then cry. I felt so badly for him; and since I am now on summer vacation :) I was much more readily available to go to him! I ended up bringing him downstairs to snuggle on the couch so we didn't wake Brandon (not that my husband would ever think to return that respect for me!) Anyway, as I laid down on the couch with him on my chest, I remembered times when I did this out of shear survival during those first few months. I thought of how his little arms barely touched my shoulders and now they wrap tightly around my neck; how his body was light on me and now has a weight that pushes down on my chest; how his feet used to barely touch my belly button and now drape down between my legs; how his head could tuck under my chin and now he nuzzles me with his warm breath on my neck; how he used to express his emotions in such limited ways and now shows me how much he NEEDS me. How different my life used to be and how much more it is now...I am so in love with this little person.

Laura said...

Looking thru your blog and I guess I missed this one since I was in the hospital...Very sweet blog!

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