{"id":17691,"date":"2022-09-10T16:15:12","date_gmt":"2022-09-10T13:15:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/istorija\/mamu-glebiai-gydo-geriausiai\/"},"modified":"2026-03-20T13:59:27","modified_gmt":"2026-03-20T10:59:27","slug":"theres-nothing-that-heals-like-a-mothers-hug","status":"publish","type":"istorija","link":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/story\/theres-nothing-that-heals-like-a-mothers-hug\/","title":{"rendered":"There\u2019s nothing that heals like a mother\u2019s hug"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Before September has even properly warmed our feet,<br \/>\nwe already have autumn guests at home.<\/p>\n<p>Along with the bumping apples, the splitting smiles of chestnuts, and the kitchen-scented plum jam\u2026<br \/>\nthey\u2019ve arrived.<\/p>\n<p>Uninvited and unexpected, the naughty \u201cHello Autumn\u201d team.<\/p>\n<p>They blast fireworks of fever, pound out salvos of coughs, giggle through the night during the scarce sleeping hours,<br \/>\nand romp around with their hair loose\u2014forgetting entirely that they are uninvited guests.<\/p>\n<p>I nurse them.<br \/>\nI love them.<br \/>\nAnd I fume a little when, having settled near little My\u2026<\/p>\n<p>The dog-like daily nap schedule is meticulously enforced:<br \/>\n20 minutes in the stroller.<br \/>\n15 minutes in the crib.<br \/>\nAnd then the round, sky-blue eyes open again.<\/p>\n<p>Beautiful, like the early autumn sky.<br \/>\nBut.<br \/>\nSad and unrested.<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t give up.<br \/>\nI lie down beside her, quietly humming, trying to catch the scattered dreams.<br \/>\nIt works.<\/p>\n<p>Long curtains of eyelashes lower.<br \/>\nBreathing slows.<br \/>\nA sweet rainbow of a smile spreads across her face.<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t move.<br \/>\nI try not to breathe too deeply.<br \/>\nJust so she can rest!<br \/>\nJust so I don\u2019t wake her!<\/p>\n<p>My awkwardly tucked hand goes numb and thaws an uncountable number of times\u2026<br \/>\nMy back aches.<\/p>\n<p>But.<br \/>\nMy sleeps in my arms for almost 2 hours.<br \/>\nShe wakes up alert.<\/p>\n<p>I look into those big, sky-colored eyes<br \/>\nand think\u2014<br \/>\nMaybe it really is holy truth that<br \/>\na mother\u2019s arms heal best\u2026<\/p>\n<p>Mua,<br \/>\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17691","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17691","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17691"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}