Nate and I were up addressing newsletters when I heard Little Miss cry for her midnight snack.
As the three of us settled on the couch for a snuggle I began to lay out my night-weaning plan. After all she is eleven months old and according to several trusted NDs and Peds she should no longer nutritionally need these middle of the night feedings.
"I want to wait for a couple of things though..." I continued "I need to make sure I'm remembering to take my prenatals, eating better, drinking more water, sleeping a little more, and that she's on a more scheduled, nutrient rich diet first so I can be sure she is getting the quality nutrition she needs..." I think my voice trailed off as I began to wonder who exactly I was planning to get to tackle this. It certainly didn't sound like a day in my life!
As it dawned on me the ridiculous amount of pressure I'd be generating for myself, I looked down into her blue eyes looking up at me through heavy lids.
Contentment.
And the sincerest, sweetest form of I. love. you.
The way only babies can say it...
And I decided maybe, just maybe, this is worth it.
Maybe the fact that she doesn't need it nutritionally is outweighed by the comforting, bonding "I am here." that these midnight feedings bring.
Maybe, just maybe, relationship trumps routine.
Irreplacable moments beat replacable sleep.
And babies can stay babies for a little bit longer.
Night weaning? Not. quite. yet.
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