It’s 5am on Sunday Morning.
I hear the door handle flick in his bedroom.
I am wide awake.
The door closes and I hear his footsteps coming towards our room.
The baby on my breast has unlatched, she is laying peacefully next to me in her co sleeper.
‘Come into my bed Mummy’.
I gently slide out of bed and take his hand in mine.
We walk back into his room and I tuck him back in the covers, sliding in next to him.
‘I’m cold Mummy.’
He intertwines his legs with mine and throws his arm across my rib cage. I lay his head on my lower arm while cuddling him with my other.
We lay here.
I kiss his head.
I feel his body warm and the familiar twitches to tell me that sleep has found him again.
I hear my newborn calling out, telling me she is ready for boob again.
I gently unlock our legs and remove my arm from under his head.
Slowly and quietly, I slide out of bed and creep down the hallway.
I am met with Newborn smiles.
Mr F doesn’t need me much of a night anymore, but when he does I love the ability to make him feel safe and warm.
Feeling 💫 content 💫 and in 💫 love 💫.
Image: Black and white image of my laying down next to a sleeping Mr F. I am looking up at the camera wide awake.