Some nights I get lucky. These are the nights when I am woken by an alarm at the appropriate time, and not a hungry baby at the wrong time. I get to wake up feeling like I actually got a full nights sleep. This happens rarely, but it has happened, and is becoming more frequent as little J gets older.
And then on the other nights, I get lucky. Waking up at 2am is never something I
plan or hope for, but there are some things you may not want at the time, but later come to find they are more precious and good than you could ever imagine.
To crawl out of my warm bed in the middle of the night is made entirely worth it by that face. The sweet coos and laughs that accompany that face are nearly too much to handle. To look down at that precious person, who looks back at you with such love, adoration, and gratitude to be sharing these special moments with his mom, is nearly too much to handle.
I will not miss the bags under my eyes. I will not miss spending my days feeling like a zombie. I will not miss sacrificing styling my hair on the days when someone decides he is hungry, right NOW.
I am soaking up every second of these 2am wakeup calls. That little boy makes my heart so full it might burst. These are the moments I am going to look back on for the rest of my days, and know that I am blessed beyond reason.