I laid in the near-dark, feeding E2 down for the night, her little body curled into mine, and me drifting in and out of semi-sleep as she fed. After awhile, I became conscious that she’d stopped and I could feel her breath, slow and even, across my skin. I gently pulled my top back into place, careful not to disturb her at all, and got ready to carry her to bed and go downstairs, to have a cup of tea and a little mindless telly.
And then… I changed my mind. For my daughter, there is no better place in the world to be than asleep in her mother’s arms, safe against the warmth of my body, completely at peace here with me in the dark. I pulled the covers a little tighter over the two of us, and allowed myself to drift back into sleep for a while longer.
This is the best part of the day — for both of us.