On Monday night Cecilia woke up for some reason at around 2:30 and wouldn't go back to sleep. We changed her, replaced the binky, patted her back, but nothing seemed to work. Since we weened her off of the middle of the night feedings we were reluctant to give her a bottle, but after about an hour I relented.
As I sat with her on the rocking chair in her room and she gulped her first mouthfuls, she stared at me with the most intense look of gratitude and love I have probably ever received. Our eyes locked for a few minutes, in the kind of moment you can't really have with another adult.
The experience was well worth the exhaustion I had the next day.
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