Mae still gets up at night to nurse. Usually twice. Sometimes more, never less.
As tired as I am at those middle of the night hours, every once in a while I remember to appreciate this quiet and cozy time with my girl that I know won't last forever.
Her eyelids will flutter, she'll open her eyes briefly and look up at me. Just making sure Momma is still there.
Yup.
I'm here, baby.
