I couldn't sleep last night. And for the first time in our lives, I willingly put my son on my chest, hoping it will result in a more restful sleep for him (because he has colds and there was too much excitement lately in his life).
Other parents might be confused as to why that's a first for me. Basically, I have a claustrophobic thing against anyone 'hindering' my movement so letting my son sleep on my chest IS a big deal. But I knew sleep wouldn't come anyway, not while tears were sometimes falling from my eyes while caressing his back.
My son turned a year old last October 07 but we only celebrated his birthday yesterday. So it was only last night that it sank, how a year has already flown, how i've been literally caring for a person for twelve months now, and how my baby is fast becoming a little boy.
So I mourned a little.
And rejoiced a little.
And was relieved that I managed somehow.
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