Midnight in the Garden

of Good and Evil. Last night somewhere between diaper changes and feedings, I thought how strangely contradictory these midnight rendezvous are. Harper's room at 3 AM is chaos coupled with contentedness. Among piles of poopy diapers, half drained bottles, and soaked burp rags is actually some peace AND quiet. No one asking me to get juice, clean up, or do anything but take care of Harper. Though my body is saying no, we need to be actively engaged in a REM cycle right now, my heart and duty wake me up to feed and comfort her. I had forgotten this, but when Pearson was a baby I used those mid-night moments for prayer; lately I've been using them to add more and more things to my life list(s). Pay bills, go here, do this, blah, blah, blah. Now I'm thinking those moments are best used for reconnection since there seems to be little or no time to sit and ponder during the day. So, while they are here-3 AM feedings are being reframed as an opportunity for a GOOD use of time.