
10/05/2025
I checked to make sure my baby was breathing at least 100 times every night.
No, I'm not exaggerating.
I'd stare at their chest for movement.
Hold my breath just to hear theirs.
Sometimes I'd even gently touch them, just to be sure.
And even when I knew they were fine, my brain would whisper,
"What if they're not?"
That's the kind of love no one really warns you about.
The kind that keeps you up all night just to watch them sleep.
The kind that fills your heart and wrecks your nerves at the same time.
Motherhood is beautiful... but it's also terrifying.
And if you've ever laid there in the dark, checking again and again,
just know you're not alone.
We've all done the midnight breathing checks.
That's what loving this hard looks like.
©️Caty Sanders