Sleep, My Little Rue

Aaron is out of town on a business trip for a week. I am home by myself with 5 children. I am so tired. So, so tired. I've been spending a lot of time with my Little Rue, since there is no one else around to hold or cuddle her, it's all up to me. During the daytime it's fine, since that's how it is anyways. But nights...When Aaron's home he's really helpful in the nights. He'll burp her, and change her, and take turns staying up with her when she won't sleep, so that I can get some rest. I'm feeling the effect of his absence big time. I feel like I've been awake for days without end.

She's growing so fast. I tease her that I'm going to make her a fat baby. And I'm being true to my word. Already her cheeks are getting chubby, and she has a double chin. I love to watch her sleep. She's pretty much been sleeping in Aaron's spot on the bed, because it's easier to nurse her at night that way, and she goes back to sleep better if she's cuddled up to me.

Norse Lullaby

The sky is dark and the hills are white 
As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night, 
And this is the song the storm-king sings, 
As over the world his cloak he flings: 
"Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;" 
He rustles his wings and gruffly sings: 
"Sleep, little one, sleep." 

On yonder mountain-side a vine 
Clings at the foot of a mother pine; 
The tree bends over the trembling thing, 
And only the vine can hear her sing: 
"Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; 
What shall you fear when I am here? 
Sleep, little one, sleep." 

The king may sing in his bitter flight, 
The tree may croon to the vine to-night, 
But the little snowflake at my breast 
Liketh the song I sing the best,-- 
Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; 
Weary thou art, anext my heart 
Sleep, little one, sleep.

-Eugene Field