Becoming a Mommy Sandwich

by Shellie Spradlin

This morning, like most mornings, Lyndsey was just falling back to sleep when Krystan woke and wanted me to go back to bed with her. So we went off to bed. Krystan, Lyndsey and me, in a full size bed -- feeling scrunched. You see, both of my youngest children think that they have to sleep right up against mommy. Krystan has half the bed, Lyndsey has half the bed, therefore mommy only has about 1 inch of room to breathe.

I could have gotten frustrated with the "room to move" situation, but instead I lay there watching Lyndsey fall asleep and feeling Krystan stretch and move to get comfortable against my back. Lyndsey was almost asleep when she reached up with her little tiny hand and lightly rubbed the side of my face -- as if to make sure mommy was still there. I could have cried.

As she fell deeper into sleep, her hand slowly dropped against her chest and I watched her breaths get deeper and more rhythmic. At this time I really took in all the features of her precious little face. Her eyelashes flutter as she dreams of something peaceful and her little rosebud mouth sucks instinctively as if she has her pacifier or bottle.

On the other side of me lays my sweet little girl all grown-up, also breathing rhythmically and sleeping peacefully. It is wonderful to feel her need of mommy's secure touch to sleep again. As I feel the warmth of these little children against me I drift off to sleep too with thoughts of how this time, which happens so rarely, is so precious. Not being able to move, getting cramps and not being able to take a full breath is only a few sacrifices made to be a mommy sandwich -- a mommy sandwiched between 2 little beings that love her unconditionally.

Shellie Spradlin is a long time contributor and beloved member. As mom to three beautiful girls, two boys and a 1995 angel baby, Shellie has experienced both the pains and discomforts of pregnancy along with the excitement and joys! Shellie resides with her family in the Bluegrass State of Kentucky.

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