In the pre-Samaira era, I would have done anything for that
extra 5 minute of sleep in the morning, and anything that would come in between
me and my extra-5-minutes-of-sleep would be a temporary enemy. In my
post-Samaira era, no matter what time I go to bed, I get up whenever Samaira gets
up in the morning. I have no way to tell how long she has been awake for if she
gets up before me. But if that happens, she starts breathing in a different way
and she starts looking all around the room. She doesn’t typically cry or
make loud noises to mark her grand-entry into the new day.
Those first 30-60 minutes of the day are my favorite moments
every single day. That’s the time when she is happy, unaffected by anything
that’s going on outside, active and smiling. While she is all these things the
rest of the day as well, there is something else that is different about these
few minutes. This is the time when I am fresh, mostly unaffected by thoughts
outside of the four walls of our room, un-jaded by what’s to come, and mostly devoid
of any fatigue or not-so-positive feelings that could sometimes creep into my
day for various reasons. As it turns out, it is a relatively universal new-mom
feeling. I was talking to some of the fellow moms from my PEPs group and they
feel the same way about the morning time being an amazing time with their
babies.
I really treasure and value these minutes like somebody
values their pridest possession. These are my pure un-adulterated moments with
Samaira that I keep very close to my heart.
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