Sitting here while two little girls sleep and one watches Snow White, I wonder if maybe it's time for me to start transitioning out of their room.
They all wake up so frequently, though.
I like being here when they need me and it's just so much easier to be in the same room with the three of them.
If I weren't, I probably wouldn't get any sleep because I'd be running back and forth so often.
I hurt my shoulder so pretty much any position I get in for night time nursing is excruciating, maybe it's time to move Stella to her crib.
I think there's something so special and almost magical about bedtime and sharing a room with your sisters. I wonder if my being here is taking away from that.
I love these moments, when they're all falling asleep and I sit in the rocking chair for a couple minutes to write.
I love looking at their faces in the soft light as they drift off to sleep, knowing that I'm here and they're safe.
I love when Georgia whispers "I love you, mom" in her sleep.
I love reaching out my hand and feeling Stella's little baby belly rise and fall with every little baby breath. It's so easy to make sure that she's alright.
I love holding Kennedy and stroking her hair when she has a bad dream or can't go to sleep.
I love reading books to all of them and watching movies and talking and being silly.
Maybe I'll stay a little while longer. I suppose when it's time, I'll just know and won't question it so much.
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