It was 5AM. I
could hear Leon stirring next to me, the gentle rocking of his sleeper starting
back and forth. In the 8 weeks
since he was born, I hadn’t managed to squeeze out more than 3 hours of
sleep. I was exhausted, begrudgingly
rising out of bed for the seemingly hundredth time that night. Through sleep-laden eyes, I
stared glassily through the dark at my wide-awake little baby. And, there it was: for the first time,
a real smile. It was the kind that
spread from his gummy lips to his twinkling eyes. For the first time, it wasn’t meant for a toot or an awaited
bottle… it was just for me.
In that moment, all of the spit-covered shirts, diaper blowouts,
bath-time tinkles, and midnight awakenings were all forgotten… that first time
that Leon smiled at me.
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