Last night was one of those nights every mother knows so well. The house was quiet, the stars were out, and the world seemed to be resting—except for me and my little one. He stirred in his sleep, his tiny cry pulling me gently out of my own rest. Without hesitation, I gathered him into my arms, his warmth pressing against my chest.
As I began to nurse him, the room filled with a calm silence broken only by his soft sucking and the rhythm of his breath. Slowly, his restlessness faded. His eyelids grew heavy, and his small hand clutched my finger as if to say, “Don’t let go.”
I rocked him gently, watching his face relax into peaceful sleep. In that moment, all the weariness of motherhood felt worth it. The quiet night became a sacred time—just me and my baby, rapped in love, patience, and the tender joy of nursing him back to sleep.
Though sleep came late for me, I smiled, knowing these nights will not last forever. One day, he will grow, but tonight, I hold him close, treasuring the bond only such night can bring.
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