Evie's been pretty sick as of late. It started off as a nasty cold, then double ear infection and now she has a terrible cough. Poor thing.
The past few nights she has been waking up 2-3 times coughing and having trouble breathing. She gets really upset and starts crying her great big crocodile tears. Poor babe. As soon as I pick her up she wraps her arms around my neck lays her cheek on my chest and goes straight back to sleep. I think being upright helps with the coughing.
Call me crazy but as tired as I am, I am loving all of the extra baby snuggles. There is something really special about rocking your baby in the middle of the night. I love to look down and see a bunch in my shirt where the fabric is fisted in Evie's hands. She's holding tight to me, in her way saying, "I need my momma right now. Only momma will do." Being needed like that, although yes, exhausting, is amazing.
With all of its draining demands, motherhood is magical.
And now since you stuck with me through this rambly exhausted-but-amped-up-on-caffiene post, I reward you with an adorable picture. Really, is there anything cuter than a sleeping baby with her butt stuck up in the air? I think not.