Oh, maybe he’ll fall back to sleep. The tiredness weighs upon my entire body.

A few seconds later, I hear his little cry.

As much as I love my sleep, I have to remember what I’m here for. Why I’m needed. Who it is that needs my help, comfort and love.

What a blessing! How humbling! That this child doesn’t need just anyone; he needs me.

I pull myself out of the coziness of the blankets and pillows. I find my warm slippers. (It is winter in Minnesota, after all.) I pick him up and cradle him to my chest. He is so small, so soft, so sweet.

While I am feeding him, I doze off in the quiet of the early morning hours. Sometimes I am more awake if something is on my mind. But really, I am only half asleep, half awake.

I have attempted prayer, but it has only been a little attempt. I almost gave up trying, because I would get lost in the words of the prayer. Did I already say that part? How many Hail Marys have I already prayed? Is my mind really focused? Is it OK if I am praying without being completely mindful of His presence?

Then, I received a quote that spoke to me during this sleep-deprived phase I am in. It reminded me of His love, even if my prayers and thoughts aren’t completely focused. He loves me, even when I am half asleep, and He desires to spend those few moments with me. To keep me company in the darkness of the night. Because He knows I need Him, just like my baby needs me.