Friday, August 28, 2009
Taylor was out at band practice this evening so it was my duty to sneak quietly in to Harper's room at 10:30 to get her up for her last meal of the day. Usually Taylor does this because it is his only time to feed her during the weekday, so it's sort of a special treat when it's my turn. I'm feeling unusually emotional (which is crazy in the first place, since I'm almost always emotional) tonight so when I got in to Harper's room and found her sprawled out, looking so big, with both arms raised up by her head, I started crying. Silently, mind you, I didn't want to disturb her. I put one of my fingers on her relaxed left hand which made her baby reflex grab on to it, very softly. We stayed like that for a minute or two before I got her up out of bed. We got in to my bed and as soon as she started drinking, her eyes closed. After she was done, I held her and within seconds, she was fast asleep. I just sat there on the bed, holding this little thing that came from me and was overwhelmed. Entirely overwhelmed. I cried some more and one of my sniffles woke her up. She looked up at me through her tired, heavy eyes and as she closed them again, she smiled. I have a daughter.
10:59 PM -
updated by Leah