My bubba gets rocked to sleep. I follow an instinct driven, attachment parenting style approach. I’m not in a hurry for her to grow up or to push her into independence… that’ll come soon enough. I get my cuddles at the end of the day, when I hold her in my arms, look down at her slowly closing eyelids and know she feels safe enough to fall asleep in them.
Tonight I had just started getting her to sleep when I suddenly realised in a panic that I hadn’t taken today’s photo!! So I dashed into the lounge and got a couple of quick, hazy, haphazard shots – crisis averted! I haven’t missed a day yet and I’d rather have a fuzzy, slapdash photo than none at all!
Besides, I have hardly any of me and my bubba, so I’m sure I’ll be glad one day I have a photo of me with my sleepy girl.