Here is a poem (I didn't write it, not sure of the author) that I read (or tried to read, lol) at Jack's naming ceremony on Sunday. I read the first three lines and turned to a blubbering mess (I had only had 3 hours sleep the night before) and the celebrant had to finish reading it, she is a friend of mine and also nearly didn't make it through the reading as she has a one year old little boy as well.
I am going through sleep deprivation again at the moment..and reading this makes me feel a little better about it all.
I thought the ladies in here whose bubs don't sleep through yet might appreciate it. This poem sheds a lovely light on those middle of the night wake ups.
3am
It's 3 am they're all asleep,
And no one's here to see
as we rock slowly back and forth
My Baby Boy and me
His little head is feather light
tucked up against my chin
I hold his tiny hand in mine
and stroke his baby skin
The house about us creaks and groans
the clock hands creep around
He snuggles closer to me still
and makes his baby sounds
I love these quiet hours so much
and cherish every one
store memories up inside my heart
for lonely nights to come
All too soon he'll be grown up
his need for Mummy gone
but until then I still have time
for kisses and for song
Time for quiet hours like this
with him cuddled in my arms
where I wish he'd always stay
protected, safe and warm
And yet I know the day will come
when this tiny little hand
will be much bigger than my own
he'll grow to be a man
But until then he's mine to love
with no one here to see
as we rock slowly back and forth
my Baby Boy and me.
That's a lovely poem. I used to love those quiet times in the middle of the night - (although if it were a choice between lovely quiet time and sleep I know which one I would have chosen ) Even now my 20 month old still wakes once or twice - and i love getting into bed with her and giving her a nice warm snuggle
Hope you get some sleep soon.
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oh that's beautiful Marlene! thanks for sharign that.
bilby woke every two hours up to 20 months old, i SOOO relate to that! even though i fed her in bed, not a rocking chair, it still reasonates alot, the pacing around the place etc. (a rocking chair would have been a nice option, if we had space for one).
i can join you on the sleep deprived front, so i too am slightly emotional, and shed a few tears through this poem. i dread the day my babies are grown and don't need me, the bond is so special you hope it will never change, but inevitably it will, and that's really sad. thanks for the poem, hope you get some shut eye xo
Well, now I'm a blubbering mess! That's a beautiful poem . I'm not even sleep deprived now (lucky me I know!), but what a lovely depiction of mummy-baby love .
I'm going to keep a copy of it for a few months time - feels like I only just started sleeping again and now we'll be right back here again! All so, so worth it though.
What a beautiful poem. It is so true, those moments alone at night can be very special. If only I had that poem when DS was little, I would have framed it and hung it in his nursery to remind me that he would only be little for a short while (as I got up for the millionth time)
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