Rock Me Mama

These words are still echoed by Sarah, my four-year old daughter. Being born at 31 weeks, we spent many hours rocking. We rocked in the NICU, we rocked when we arrived home and we continue to rock each evening before she goes to bed.

Emma, on the other hand, has never been one for being rocked. From day 1 she preferred to just be laid down in her bed and left alone to go to sleep. I am not sure what has changed - other than everything, but Emma has become quite the cuddler! I have to admit that I am loving it - a new found sweetness to my littlest girl. Last night when her sweet little voice said "rock me mama" it was all I could do to not cry (which probably has more to do with my hormones at the moment than her precious little request). Nevertheless, I scooped her up and into our purple chair we snuggled down. Me with my little baby girl, who is not such a baby anymore and Emma with her 'kiddy cat', blanket & fire (as she affectionately refers to her pacifier). We rocked until she was almost :-) asleep - a lesson learned the hard way with Sarah. It was not the last time we rocked last night, as she was up several more times after that to be 'rocked'. I cherish these moments as some day I know neither of my girls will want to rock. I hope that day is a long way off.

I do believe this is the earliest I have ever made a post. Sarah is off to Walmart with daddy picking up a few items and Emma is napping. I suppose I really should be unpacking more boxes or hanging my laundry on the line but...a post to B&B seemed like the thing to do.

Just a reminder to drop me a line and let me know you have been here - I love hearing from you.

Blessings,
Kim