And no, I'm not insane. Well... ;D
She's been STTN all week - the first week she's done so - and all week I've been complaining that I miss her... I guess she sensed that and woke last night around 130. She didn't cry or anything. I probably could've let her carry on (she was fussing loudly and popping her head up to look over the crib - like she was looking for us!), but I figured that she was hungry or she wouldn't have woken.
When I went in to soothe her I had to turn her over onto her back (she's been flipping over onto her tummy all week, too). And when I did so, I gave her a binky and she settled down a bit, but her legs were kicking and I just knew she was hungry.
So I warmed a bottle and scooped her up into my arms and she guzzled the bottle, looked at me, smiled, closed her eyes, and nuzzled into me as I held her and her breathing got heavier and heavier.
It's these little moments - even the ones near 2 in the morning - that make me feel immensely blessed.
I held on to her for a couple minutes, reflecting on the fact that at the same time tomorrow, it will have been exactly 5 months since she was pulled out of me. She's grown SO much since then. She used to fit on my chest perfectly and now she overlaps it. A lot. And that's just her growth in size...never mind all the milestones she's hit along the way!
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Happy Friday, Happy LONG Weekend!!