It’s the ting every new parent is told to dread – the broken sleep, the night feeding. But, for this mum at least, there’s an up side.
Its 4am when I wake.
I’ve heard the cry of my baby from the other room. I stumble out of bed. One shaky leg after the other. I stabilise myself with a hand on the cupboard and make my way into the other room. Our tiny one-bedroom apartment is lit with a faint blue light of a night light. I focus my just awake eyes into the cot and see my baby half awake, half asleep suckling for some food.
Suddenly I’m no longer tired. Suddenly strength comes to my limbs, my eyesight is clearer and I bend down to collect my bundle.
It’s a night-time feed. Something that I once feared. Something that parents warn you about. Something that people without kids pity you for. But I’m okay with that.
I cradle him in my arms and he begins to suckle. His little fingers grab the skin on my chest and under my arm. His little legs kick. I look down and can just make out his beautiful features in the street light. His little ears. His perfect nose. Those chubby little cheeks.
This is serenity.
This is what being a mother is all about.
This is what life is all about.
There’s no one else awake in the house. There’s probably no one else awake in the street. There’s no sound. Can there ever be no sound though? I listen hard. There’s a clock ticking. The hum of the fridge. A distant car travelling.
I look out and see a mummy possum carrying her baby up the tree opposite our house. A night feed for her too perhaps?
I think about all the other mothers around the country who are feeding now. I wonder if they appreciate it as much as I do. I wonder if they can see the beauty and feel the closeness with their baby that I feel right now? My mind wonders to all the mums who are sleeping. Who’s babies sleep all through the night… how unlucky they are.
