Tonight as I wait to welcome sleep, I look to the place where you should be. Within arms reach is where you should be, happy and content fast asleep. You should be here for me to hold and rock. Kiss you goodnight and put you to bed. Instead your bassinet is empty and my heart aches. While I look through all the smiling pictures of you that ache turns to heart break.
All I want is to be able to bring my daughter home, I miss her deeply. I miss seeing her roll on to her side in her bassinet in the morning and watching her pop her little hand out of it and wave at me. This has become her way of telling me she wants to get out and get our day started. I also miss watching her roll on to her tummy in the bassinet in the morning, watching her push her upper body up (she doesn't go up on her knees like she were going to crawl) she will look around while she does this, give me the biggest smile then lay back down before popping her head back up and giggling. This is her way of playing peekaboo. We were about to start putting her down for her naps in her crib to get her use to it, because even though she hasn't reached the weight limit of her bassinet she is trying to learn how to pull herself up into a sitting position on her own. We wanted to get her familiar with her crib before she had to start sleeping in it at night.
I miss us all having family time together. I miss dancing around the living room with her. I miss us all sitting together on the bed her daddy reading to her while I put on a puppet show for her. She was getting the hang of sitting with her hands infront of her so if something she thought was funny would happen either in the book or the puppets, she would giggle and fall over backwards onto the bed holding her toes, and she would giggle even more.
I miss her I just want to bring her home.
All I want is to have my daughter back home with us. Nothing can describe the pain I feel at night when I wake up in the middle of the night and without thinking, turn her night light on and look in her bassinet only to get the harsh reality that my daughter is not in her bassinet. That she won't pop her little hand up in the morning and wave at me while she giggles. That I won't wake up to the biggest smile that can melt my heart. There are no words that can describe the pain I feel not being able to pick my daughter up and rock her. I just want her back home, back with us. I want her to know how much I love her. How I would do anything for her.
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BeautifulEnlightenment
03:58 Apr 26 2016
I'm so sorry sweet heart. I will always be here for you. :(