Two nights ago, Gracie woke up crying. She never wakes up at night. It was around 11:00 and I was exhausted. I waited a few minutes but she did not stop. I quietly walked in her room and took her to my bed. I held her in my arms and she nestled into my body. She started to fall asleep so I took her back to bed and shut the door behind me.
A few minutes later she woke up again. I let her cry for a bit, but again, she would not stop. She began calling my name. As exhausted as I was, it was mommy to the rescue.
I brought her into bed with me and held her in my arms like she was a newborn. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she fought to keep her eyes open. Her big blue eyes stared deeply into mine. She took long deep breaths. I was all she needed. She felt safe, secure, and loved in my arms. Withing a minute she was sleeping. Every care of my day was gone in that moment. The world stopped. As I watched her sleeping in my arms I was reminded of the day she was born. I remembered carefully taking the precious moment in, just as I was doing again.
Every so often she would move her little body to get more comfortable in my arms. Eventually, she flipped over and her chest was against mine. I watched her body move up and down with each breath she took. She stayed there for an hour and I savored every moment of it. When I put her back in her crib she was finally content. As tired as I was, I was so thankful for her restless night. It brought peace to mine.