savagemama: What Love Looks Like

Last night Seth made a bed for me in the pump house and let me sleep there all night long. Alone. I haven’t been sleeping well in part because I can’t get comfortable in my ever-changing body and in part because our child doesn’t sleep. We’ve tried everything. Everything. And I’ve finally decided that it is just who she is. And I love who she is. I’ve stopped blaming myself and thinking that her lack of sleep is because of something I have or haven’t done. One day, Eliza will sleep but until then we have to stay sane. Seth couldn’t have made me happier with roses and champagne. Letting me get a full night’s sleep was about the kindest thing he could have done. It’s funny what love starts to look like.