Milkmaid...
It’s 2am. The house is quiet, and I am sound asleep. I have been for a few hours. Going to bed earlier than midnight since Levi was born hasn’t happened; time with the husband is way too important to give into sleep any earlier than that. When you have kids, you take all the time you can and you take it when you can get it. In the darkness I hear the faintest cries from the foot of my bed. I have been expecting it, and I welcome it. I am drowsy, so much in fact that I have to make myself stretch just to make sure that I can pick him up without stumbling. I finally am lucid enough to cradle my sweet baby boy. I give him a sweet kiss as he whines and I bring him back to my bed as I snuggle him up next to me, and as he eats, I go back to dreaming. I wake again at 6am and he is crying because his little tummy is empty. I don’t move him, but I crawl around him to the other side of the bed so he can eat himself back into a sleep and I can too. We cuddle as we dream and it ha...