Notes from Away

Last night as I looked at my sleeping daughter, I thought back to the night nine months before when she and I spent our first extended period alone. We were still in the hospital - the nurse had brought Bridget in for her middle of the night nursing but when she and I were done, there was an emergency in the nursery preventing her from returning there.

I remember being scared as I stared at this little baby, who would be depending on me for so much. She was so precious, so fragile and yet the most terrifying sight ever.

Now nine months later, I look at the same sleeping baby and sigh. Being her mom has been so much easier than I thought and I can’t imagine my life without my little spitfire.