Monday, 16 September 2013: Twenty Four Weeks Old.
One of my most precious times with Ayla is when she falls asleep in my arms.
As she lay with me this afternoon, naked with a full belly of milk, it was like time stood still.
I ran my fingers gently over her skin and through her hair, I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand and I drank in her delicious baby smell.
I realised that Ayla is so vulnerable and helpless, but to look at her sleeping you’d never know… She’s a picture of pure serenity with no fear or concept of her fragility.
In my arms, Ayla feels safe and protected and she can sleep soundly knowing that I would do anything for her.