I'm up with a sick little sweet bug. These times are rarer now and you'd think by the 4th kid nothing would phase me but it still does. I need to listen to her breathe. She takes up half the bed and wants all the lights on. I'm thankful for the washing machine and clean back-up bedding. For knowing better to go to sleep last night instead of staying up to knit and enjoy the quiet. It's certainly quiet now, except for the ocean. It's always loudest in the middle of the night. I'm going to miss it.
By Stephanie Precourt,