I already possess the tools I need to comfort her when she needs me
Whether it’s the safe embrace of loving arms rocking and swaying into the night
Or the comfort of the breast or bottle to fill a hungry tummy
Even just my mere presence in the room to help her drift off into a deep slumber.
But sometimes I doubt myself, questioning my instincts
Fuelled by sleep deprivation and pressure from society to have a ‘good baby’ that self settles and sleeps through the night
I wonder if i’m doing the right thing, will it always be this hard?
But then I look down and her eyes are closed, her breathing heavy and content, her little hand resting on my chest
And the self doubt disappears
To her I am the place she calls home, the arms she can drift away in, her safe haven
There will come a time she won’t need to me fall asleep, but until then, my arms are where she’ll stay ❤️😴
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