in the middle of the night

is when my patience grows the very thinnest. Millie babe has started screaming bloody murder around 3 am lately, it's bringing nostalgia from the newborn days. It's really just so so exhausting. Jeremy brought her into our bed to cuddle last night (yes, my man gets up with the baby on the nights he works when I beg). Amelia doesn't sleep well in our bed, it's mostly just for cuddles, and we'll usually put her back in her crib when she calms down (my job, since Jeremy got her up). In the middle of the night is when my patience grows it's very thinnest. But Millie babe leans over me, gives me a kiss on my lips, says "love you," and readjusts herself so she has her arm around me.


Being a mama is hard sometimes, but these tender moments put everything into perspective.
I'm so very blessed.