Today was the best Sunday morning I have in a long time.
Ever since Nana and Pop moved into our house - Ireland gets up earlier than before. She likes to be nosy - and see what they are doing, or better yet - she likes to wake up and pound on their door to wake them up.
Last night Ireland and I went to my Aunt Cherry's house to visit and stayed the night.
I must say that I haven't shared a room with Ireland in some time - and I was so pleased to crawl into bed last night right next to her pack and play. She woke up this morning around 6am and cried out. I pulled her up in bed with me - something I did every morning for 380 days as I nursed her - but that was months ago - and I still miss that bonding time. I was so pleased that she was receptive to the snuggles even though there was no milk in it for her! Typically - Ireland is like her dad - briefly affectionate. If I pull her in bed at home - she wants to play, not lounge. However, today, she was easy and gifted me her time and love. We stayed awake about 30 minutes - I would rub her back, her head, and smooch up my little girl. She in turn would rub my arm and look up and smile at me. It was magical. We fell asleep until 8am and I woke up with a sense of rejuvenation I haven't felt in a long time.
The past few months are a blur. July my parents moved in, MP moved out PT for school and I stopped nursing. I started traveling a lot in late August through November and somewhere in between I started a new job. I no longer work at home and I'm trying to figure out my new balance of work, exercise, family, free time and sleep. My days typically start at 4:45am or 5am and end late. Everything is fast, loud, interrupted and not always enjoyable in a rush.
So today, Ireland made it easy for me. She indulged me and I loved every minute of it. I am so thankful for the experiences like this that remind one more time how much I love being Ireland's mommy.
