We've been having trouble sleeping.
This past week, Sofia has been screaming bloody murder for hours. She doesn't want my breast, the bottle, or her pacifier. I thought it might be colic or reflux but it isn't. I finally concluded that she's tired but is just too stubborn to sleep.
Like mother, like daughter.
Anyway, this goes on for hours.
Last night I was feeling exhausted. I caught some kind of throat bug and was praying she could sleep.
By 5 am, I had tried everything to get her to sleep. Walking, rocking, pushing her in her pram, singing, cuddling, etc.
I finally just picked her up and put her on my lap and had her facing to the left. She stopped crying, looked around for a bit, turned to face me, and once the light caught my face we made eye contact. All of a sudden her face went soft.
She recognized me.
She then gave me the most wonderful smile, and as I smiled back my eyes flooded with tears.
There really is a satisfaction I can't explain when your baby smiles at you. And I'm not afraid to admit it.
She went back to crying when she realized I was still gonna try to put her to sleep, but that moment made the next hour more bearable.
Motherhood really is all its chalked up to be. For me anyway.