I happened to sneak away from my children this morning. I silently slipped out of our full size bed as Jared left for work, leaving Hawk with a full belly, and in somewhat of a superhero cat pose. It’s the same strange way that Fae liked to sleep in her infant year–lying on the side with an arched back, head looking up to the top of the bed. These two children share so many tiny details. It’s odd.
Fae is snuggled up in her twin size bed that’s also in our room. Our children like us close, just as we like to have them close. We’ve found that we all sleep best in the same room.
I don’t get much sleep at night, but I don’t care. I don’t feel sleep deprived. And I don’t think that I look it either. I make it through each day with so much energy, and feel so healthy, that I’m brought to the conclusion that this is natural for me–that my body and mind have adjusted. Maybe it’s the breastfeeding hormones, or some other aspect of natural motherhood, or even something magical that happened during my children’s homebirths (there was something indescribable that Jared and I experienced during each). I’m open-minded, and sure that we still have so much to learn about birth, babies, breast milk, and mothering.