I remember in those early days the long nights. The pacing. The exhaustion. The bouncing. The patting. The rocking. I remember wondering how I would get through it. Would she ever sleep? Would I ever sleep? Am I a good mother? Am I doing something wrong? I remember sitting in the chair with that tiny body who had FINALLY fallen asleep and I was scared to breathe. Scared to move. I didn’t want her to wake up. I remember watching the sunrise. I don’t think I had ever seen the sunrise until I became a mother. And I started to think about other mothers and how all over the world there were hundreds, Thousands, MILLIONS of mothers doing the same thing. And I smiled. And I knew. I was finally a REAL MOTHER ♥
