So last night, 4 a.m. to be exact (which is still technically night, right?), my sweet babe had finally fallen asleep on my chest while we were both on the couch. As I was praying that he would start to sleep better I started wondering what God was trying to teach us in this tough transition and sleep deprived period. Then it hit me.
Asher knows me.
We have really been struggling to get him to go back to sleep in his crib after night time feedings. He can be up and awake for hours sometimes. He'll do this little grunting uncomfortable sound and not really cry, but not sleep either. It was after one of those periods that I finally thought, "whatever. I am going to sleep with this baby and if he starts to think that's the only way he can sleep, I DON'T CARE!" So picking him up out of his bouncy seat and laying him on my chest, his little grunts finally subsided and he started, well, sleeping like a baby. (sidebar: weird saying that is since most babies don't sleep worth crap).
I did not carry my son in my womb for nine months. My skin is a different color than his. And yet, he knows ME and is comforted by ME. I am and forever will be his mommy. And that gives me a big, sleep-deprived smile :).
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Oh I agree so much! Isn't it amazing how that bond is there regardless of the fact that you did not carry your son in your womb. I am amazed how Azariah calms when he hears my voice or falls asleep on my chest in ways that he doesn't with others. It makes me very very proud to be his mommy and smile at the plan that God has for us all!
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