josephine was tossing and turning in her pack n play tonight while i was climbing a mountain of laundry. i would say conquering it, but it is so high, first i must climb it to conquer it.
and as much as i would return to her and stroke her face and shush her sweetly, her eyes would not remain closed, and she would not go to sleep.
i had literally just nursed her.
you have to understand. my daughter is off the charts huge. but for as big as she is (6 months old), she hardly nurses and eats very little solids. i am just a solid cream cow. all 3 of my nursing babies proved it to be true. my sister always said i produce whole milk. i believe her!
so, when i say i had just nursed my baby, that means she was probably fed a 5 course meal in one sitting.
yet, tossing and turning and turning and tossing took place.
and crying. she kept looking at me and would cry.
technically i could have just let her cry herself to sleep. or i could have rocked her to sleep. but i did something else that i have not had to do too many times in her 6 short months of life. i nursed my baby again. she cradled right into my bosom, falling asleep.
and while she nursed, i rocked her. i cradled her. i hugged her. and i cherished the moment.
and while i was holding my baby against my chest, i thought, “how blessed josephine is.”
not because i am her mom.
blessed because my baby was hungry, and i could feed her.
so many babies go to bed every night hungry, and here my daughter got a second helping of what it was she so obviously needed.
and it made me sad and grateful simultaneously. sad for the children that are hungry. and grateful that my daughter got exactly what she needed.
and so what remains is for me, for rich, for my children, for our foundation to work on the other part—work on making sure that other children, to the best of our ability, also go to bed fed…
stay tuned for more about this later and how you too can be involved!