We take in little ones. Little enough that they still need to be fed during the night. That means I'm up a lot in the quiet hours.
In those hours that I'm doing the feedings, in my mind I'm writing. I'm writing beautiful, exquisite, profound things.
By the time I'm done with the feeding the only think I want to do is get back to bed. My scribbled notes are nothing but scrambled memories in the mornings.
Lost sleep for me is lost words and thoughts.
For the babies we take it, it's a life line. Food, comfort, relearning how to trust.
Completely worth it.