A few weeks ago, Lewis started to reach for me when I went to pick him up.
At first, it didn’t register as a big deal, but it has quickly become one of the most lovely things about this current stage of being a mommy. It is such a small, tender detail of our life. And it makes me feel so connected to my baby boy.
When he was a brand new baby, it was give give give on my part. Slowly he started to react to his surroundings, which was a rewarding change. I felt like I was finally getting something back. And as time goes on, the relationship gets deeper. He is beginning to interact more and more, and each new interaction is “more” for my soul.
More of what? I don’t know. But it is definitely “more” of it.
Lewis woke up twice last night. It was enough of an improvement that my outlook on life isn’t quite as bleak today. But it will take several good nights for a true recovery.
In the meantime, I’m very grateful for any improvement I can get. 🙂
You guys. I made it through today. Sleep deprivation didn’t kill me this time either.
And more importantly, it didn’t kill anyone else either. I felt dangerous behind the wheel of the car. But we’re all good.
One of the teeth is going to poke through over night tonight. I can see it through the thinnest of thin layers of gums. Maybe that means we’re only a few more sleepless nights away from a very toothy grin.
Gosh, I hope so.