I feel like Hannah can sense that something is coming. She seems extra cuddly. She wakes up in the middle of the night but isn't sick or in pain, she just wants to be held. When I try to put her back to bed, she tells me, "No, Mommy. Sit!" and points back to the rocking chair.
I don't know how to tell her that everything will be OK. It might be hard at first, but we'll make it work. I don't know how to tell myself that.
When I give up on getting her to bed (or the following night, when she gives up on me getting her to bed) we call for Dada. He comes in and works his magic and gets her back to sleep. Watching my amazing husband be such an incredible daddy makes it almost worth the exhaustion I know we'll both feel tomorrow.
And I am so completely filled with love for him and for my cuddly little girl today. Happy Valentine's Day to the loves of my life (including the tiniest love of my life that I get to meet this week).