Late nights were my shift. I was able to tell pretty quickly each night whether we were going to have a restful or restless night.
On the restful nights, Caroline would sleep softly in her bassinet, and I would pull it right next to me on the couch. I would fall asleep to the sound of her breathing, the most beautiful sound, and get some rest before she woke up for her next feeding.
On the restless nights, Caroline was awake and not happy about it. We’d spend time bouncing around the living room and rocking in her rocking chair. I would sing to her or play her musical bunny, which she loved. We would watch television together into the sunrise. She’d often fall asleep in my arms, and that was just fine with me.
Holding my beautiful, sleeping daughter was always the best part of my day.