Saturday morning, rain is falling.
The room is dark. Baby boy lies against my chest, falling into a deeper and deeper sleep after his recent feed.
I relax. Surrounded by dim light and doona.
These are the days. This is my baby phase.
This is all I need to do. I worry so much about how much I'm getting done, and try so hard to go back to how it was…
But I shouldn't. That time will come, and it won't be like it was before, it'll be better.
These are the days I'll revel in… in warmth.
In snuggling.
In feeling safe and being his safe space.
Let it rain.
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