Thirteen Little Months

by | May 29, 2013 | Little Babies, Little Lady, Little Months | 1 comment

13 Little Months
This is twelve days late, angel. Which means you turned one a month and 12 days ago. But I swear I just brought you home from the
hospital, your little body curled into itself as though you were still in my

I am still pinching myself. Every day, I put you down for a
nap, and I am the only one who can do this. Once again, I have fallen into the
habit of putting you to sleep at the breast. I did it with both your brothers
and each time I swore I would not do it again. Not because I don’t love it – to
the contrary, I do – but because having your sleep be dependent solely on me
makes my life a little harder. If Brendon could put you down for naps, resettle
you at night, I would find that the invisible line by which we are tethered
might be lengthened just enough to give me a little more freedom and perhaps a
little more sleep. I could definitely use more sleep.

But instead, I am repeating the habits of the past and of course I am because putting you to
sleep on the boob is the fastest way. And certainly the easiest. I am too
impatient to pat and shush and I can’t leave you to cry. I tried most of that
with your eldest brother and some of it worked. None of it worked with Ziggy
and then when you arrived, finding the quickest point between awake baby and
asleep baby became necessary from a time management point of view.

And now, thirteen months down the track, I am too exhausted
to think of trying to establish a new sleep routine. I should probably try but
I know that you have had more than a year to become very comfortable with the
status quo so that messing with it will surely displease you.

And then, little girl, there is that moment when I carry you
to the rocking chair, and we sit together and you know that it’s time and you give
a little laugh of exhausted relief. You curl your little body around mine and
we rock back and forth like this until you give in to sleep. And in those
moments, I forget that I am tethered, I forget that before long I will need to
find another way. I forget that I desperately need more sleep and that my back
is so sore from falling asleep in the rocking chair where I feed you (multiple
times!) overnight.

 And when you wake
from sleep, when I enter your room to see you peering up at me from the side of
your cot, the sight of your sweet face, the weight of your little body as I
lift you into my arms, never fails to undo me just a little. And I whisper to
you, “You’re exactly what I was waiting for.”

Your presence on this earth has completed my picture,
finished my circle. The very existence of you has made sense of everything else.
You have changed everything. And the
truth is things were bloody beautiful BEFORE you. You are icing. A cherry on
top of my wildest dreams.

I feel as though I have written this post before. And, my
darling girl, I will almost certainly write it again. You are just that

13 Months

Hello friends


I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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1 Comment

  1. Kate

    what a sweetie. she looks like a little missy for 13 months old


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