When Jenna was a baby, her little arm would always find my neck or face when she was sleeping next to me. It was so sweet--kind of like she just needed to know I was beside her. When Abby was born, I was suprised to find that she does the same thing. That simple touch from a sleeping baby is so sweet.
Our kids don't sleep in our bed. We have never allowed it simply because I could never sleep with a moving child. Abby is almost two and has been a good sleeper for a long time, so we don't have those moments of her sleeping in my arms anymore.
Last night, she woke up coughing. Abby is a drama queen when it comes to coughing. If she has the slightest bit of ickiness in her throat, she'll cough like she's deathly ill. I usually let her cough in her room because holding her or giving her medicine hasn't worked. But we have a houseguest and Abby's room is right next to hers. So, when the crazy coughing began last night, I took Abby downstairs on the couch.
She laid next to me all night with her little hand pressed to my cheek or neck. Every once in a while, I'd catch one of her eyes open, peeking to see if I was still there. And even though I slept very little, I enjoyed every minute of having that little hand plastered to me reminding me of those precious baby moments that are most likely over for us.
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