Amelia is most active at night right before we go to sleep. It cracks me up because her big brother Noah was the exact same way. Most nights I just lay still and imagine her dancing in a little pink tutu or running the bases, stealing home…all of the dreams I had for her. I savor every movement as it reminds me of her strength and the miracle that she is. She has weight, her life means something, and she is here, very much alive and with us!
I discovered something new about Amelia last night. Often Tim will rest his hand on my belly as we lay in bed waiting for sleep to come. Lately she has halted her acrobatics when daddy lays his hand over her. She presses against his hand with her whole body. At first I thought she was complaining at his weight on her. But then I felt a change, a smoothness in her movements each time he moved his hand or took it away and then placed it back over her. She wasn’t complaining; she was trying to get closer! It is almost as if she was stretching her back so that his hand would be touching as much of her as possible.
I have been told my baby cannot see or hear. Yet somehow she knows the touch of her father even before she has met him. She can sense his love and loves him right back.
To her the name of father was another name for love. ~ Fanny Fern
I Left Three Behind at the Grave
1 day ago