My baby just woke crying. Whatever made him cry is still putting tears in his eyes. My sister hands him over to me and I surround my arms around him. I get off the bed, still holding all 25 and a half pounds, closely over my chest.
"It's okay, mommy's here. Mommy's here"
He whimpers and settles in, putting his head on my chest. It hurts me to hold him like this, but I can't think about that right now. I continue to bounce him gently and smell his delicious hair. It really smells so good! My pain seems to fade and I feel love flooding into my chest.
I look out at our amazing view. It's cloudy and cold today. So different from the warm and sunny day yesterday. But it's still an amazing view, one I'll miss when we move. I try to soak it in.
Baba looks up and stares at the view. Does he see what I see? I rest my head on his and we continue to look at the swarming city that seems so quiet today.
I can't believe we've made it this far. I can't believe how 10 months have passed in a blink. How much longer do I have before he won't let me hold him like this? He's already such an independent soul. When will he feel too old to be comforted like this? Do I have 2 more years?
I smell his hair again, drinking in his essence. Yes, at least 2 more years.