and woke up screaming for her mama.
I ran into her bedroom and found her huddled in the corner of her crib with her hands covering her ears and a blanket draped across her face.
As pulled my baby girl into my arms, she went quiet, letting out the occasional whimper as a reminder of the agony she felt just seconds before.
She clung to me almost as tightly as I clung to her.
I didn't even reach for the bottle.
Instead, I snuck into my dark bedroom and slipped under the comforter with my sleepy girl still resting on my chest.
Just like when she was tiny.
And instead of fighting the cuddle, as she always does, she nuzzled even deeper into my arms.
And I felt safe.
Because as hard as this motherhood thing is sometimes, it also provides the most pure, sacred and beautiful moments available to mankind.
Apparently, I needed that reminder.