In the in betweens of the early mornings filled with tired eyes , feeling already what seems to be fleeting moments of those tender sweet hours of snuggling my newborn and feeling every wave of emotion at the same time . My body still raw , still tired and that strange feeling of realizing my baby is no longer making its home in me and all that is left is this soft , warm  , hormonally discoloured skin where I can find traces from what was a wild ride the last 9 months.   

Reminding myself that in the coming months as I slowly settle back into my body and my baby into the world these tender, new overwhelmingly beautiful and sometimes exhausting moments will be less clear and more foggy ; how I will eventually yearn to slip back into this little wrinkle in time . To feeling that full , fruitful pregnant  body of mine transition to its soft shape that created my babe , to smell that sweet newborn smell  , to rest close against my little babe at the first sight of dawn , to those tiny cooing sounds she makes while she drinks from my breast. 
So when she wakes in the early hours of the night ; I try to just revel.

-Azaria