Shortly after midnight, I heard the pitter patter of little footsteps - you know, the sound we waited 18 agonizing months for? For some strange reason, that sound loses its appeal in the wee hours. The next thing I know, little sausage fingers are poking my arm gently.
A tiny munchkin voice broke through the darkness. "Mummy. Mummy, you wanna snuggle wiv me?"
Of course my immediate thought was 'Uh, no. I'd rather stay here in my carefully arranged fortress of pillows where I'm as comfortable as a 7 months pregnant woman can be.'
But my heart began to wonder how often I will hear those sweet words in that squeaky little voice and how much longer a simple snuggle from Mummy will solve her problems.
So snuggle we did and were both asleep in minutes. I woke up hours later with a sore back - something about sharing a twin mattress didn't sit well. So I slithered off the "bed" (we have her on a mattress on the floor for the time being) and watched her sleep for a few minutes. I marveled at how sweet, innocent and beautiful she is and recharged my mum batteries for the next day.
So as long as there is a request for snuggles, I (or an authorized representative - ahem, Brandon - what? I'm already sleep deprived and I have 2 months before I have a newborn!) will be there.
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