It happened to me last night. I wondered when it would. I was up at 1:30am for Lulu's night feeding, and I just gazed at her. I took the time to really look at her and try to remember that cherub of a face. It's not a time for cameras, but I really wish I had more than memories to preserve this image. Beautiful. Really. So peaceful.
I remember with Cy that I loved the nighttime feedings. Even though I was exhausted, I always enjoyed the quiet and special alone time with him. I was really sad when they ended (although, I really enjoyed getting sleep, too!).
Something struck me last night, and I realized that this time was going to come to an end soon. I haven't really enjoyed the middle of the night feedings with Lu, and I chalk that up to being more tired with two kids. However, last night, I just wanted to hold her close and not let her go. I wanted to smell her and look at her and remember how precious this time is. I know that pretty soon I will have to guide her into sleeping through the night without waking to eat, but something is holding me back. I'm pretty sure she is ready, and that I am not.
I guess this is why the "baby" of the family gets babied so much. The parents are holding onto their "lasts" of each stage. I don't know which night will be the "last" time I nurse a baby to sleep, but I'm pretty sure it will make me a little sad (even though I'm really looking forward to a full night's sleep!!).