Thankful, day two.
Today I am thankful to rock my baby boy to sleep.
There were many occasions when we were in the hospital, that I was unable to even hold my baby. Days upon end, I would sit at his bedside, holding his hand or rubbing his foot, longing to hold him in my arms. His tiny body, contained tubes and wires, helping him breathe. There was no place for mama's arms. He was fragile, and, I admit, I was scared. Frightened that if I held him, I could disconnect a tube and cause his breathing to stop. So, for days and weeks on end, I held and rubbed his hands and feet.
I tell you this not for sympathy. I tell you so that you can understand why rocking my boy to sleep, even at 2 in the morning, is a blessed occurrance. So that you can understand why the smallest of things in your world, may hold a much bigger place in someone elses. I treasure every evening after bathtime, when I can cuddle close, sing Fire and Rain (sometimes dozens of times) and rock my angel boy to sleep. I praise God that his breathing is on his own. That I can wrap my arms around him and bring him comfort. And that the last sound to his day, is my voice and the beat of my heart.