As I sat up last night from 3am to 5am with baby boy 3, I willed him to go back to sleep and stop whimpering every time I put him back into his cot.  But every time I picked him back up again, he grinned at me, leaving me with a puzzling mix of emotions.

I then read a wonderful post by What Katy Said and it reminded me that this precious baby time will be gone too soon and that I should savour every second of it.

And it inspired me to write this:

 

Breathe him in

Breathe him in, your baby boy,
From his precious head to his tiny feet,
As soon you’ll find there comes a time
When he doesn’t smell so sweet.

Stroke his hair, your baby boy,
And feel its soft and downy touch,
One day that hair will be full of gel
And your rub won’t be wanted so much.

Hear his snuffles, your baby boy,
As he feeds hungrily upon your breast,
Before you know it he is eating chips
And pizza and sweets and all the rest.

Watch his chest, your baby boy,
See it gently rise and gently fall,
Soon he will hide beneath a duvet
And his body won’t be seen at all.

 

Hold his hand, your baby boy,
Entwine your fingers together with his,
It won’t be long before he walks along
And drops your hand when someone sees.

Caress his toes, your baby boy,
Admire the tiny footprint they hold,
In time his feet will grow bigger than yours
And he will seem oh so old.

Breathe him in, your baby boy,
From his precious head to his tiny feet,
As soon you’ll find there comes a time
When he doesn’t smell so sweet.