Every night my husband and I kiss Brooklin goodnight after her night time story and place her in her bed. Every night around 2AM a little pitter patter opens our bedroom door and climbs in bed next to me. Every night I wrap my arms around her and fall back asleep.
It all started when she was born, I would lay and nurse her in bed and she’d drift off to sleep warm in my arms. I think she still needs that, she somehow remembers and it brings her comfort. To be honest, I don’t mind her being there. She’s my little mini me, my best mini friend. She loves to lay right next to me and feel my skin as she drifts off to sleep. It’s something she’s done since she was an infant.
If she wasn’t sleeping in my bed I would miss the fact that she now laughs out loud in her sleep. Literally playing away the hours in her dreams.
I fear of what is to come. She has no sense that another baby is coming. Another little person she’ll be sharing a bed and our hearts with. I struggle with that now that we’re nearing the end of pregnancy. Will she always be my mini best friend? Will she always feel my skin and drift off to sleep? Probably not.Â It’s all coming to an end so dare I not enjoy the last few months of her?