Thursday, January 24, 2013
Not even one o'clock and already...
I had woken up to a tiny cramp in my foot,
had gotten up to go to the bathroom two, maybe three times.
The light from the alarm clock kept shining so brightly every time I rolled over, it was one of those nights.
Then, Anne woke me,
her cry was piercing and angry, desperate for me.
I drug myself out from under the warm covers,
my feet hit the cold floor and I veered off down the hall to comfort her.
She didn't want her paci, she thrashed her head back and forth and refused it.
I packed her back to my bed and nursed her.
The whole time she fussed and was impatient.
I've been trying to figure out if she has an ear infection for a couple of days, maybe she is just teething.
She has been fussy, crying while eating and not sleeping well.
I just wanted to sleep, to close my eyes and sleep.
I carried her back to her crib, as I walked she quieted and I thought it was going to work.
As I laid her down, she irrupted in another round of sobs.
I knew what she wanted, milk. More milk, fast milk.
Up again I scooped her, down the stairs we went.
I sat her in the living room and switched on the kitchen light.
I dreaded it, but I flung open the garage door and went out in the icy garage.
Bare feet on the concrete floor.
I tiptoed to the deep freeze and got out milk.
I came back in to Anne crying and I hurried to dethaw her milk and pour it into a cup.
I picked her up and we sat in the recliner, I pulled a down throw over us and she drank.
She cuddled up to me and I told myself, "Enjoy this moment."
I stared at her and tried to burn that moment into my memory.
Her round cheeks, shone with red as the kitchen light cast on her.
Her chin dripped milk and her shirt was wet.
Her feet rubbed back and forth under the covers, the way she always wiggles her feet.
When she was finished she laid on my chest and stared at her hand.
Her chubby hand twisted and turned, she moved her fingers slowly and she studied them closely.
Her breathing softened and her body calmed.
My eyes were tired, my feet were cold but my heart was warm.
I carried her back to her crib, she peacefully went to sleep.
As I laid down in bed and pulled up the covers,
out the the dark, I heard Joe say,
"You are an awesome mom."
Perfect ending to this little story.
Words have power.
Life changing power.
Life and death are in the power of the tongue. Proverbs 18:21