So last night…okay, it was actually 5 in the morning, but to me it still felt like night time…I woke to the desperate cries of my teething one year old (she usually sleeps until at least 7). The poor thing was miserable! And my initial thought…”I am soo not ready to be up!” My second thought? “I am sooooo not ready to be up!” I know…mother of the year! It’s terrible…I admit it! Here my poor baby is in pain and all I can think about is how much I want to close my eyes and go right back to sleep, BUT I mustered the energy to push myself out of bed, carefully, but clumsily maneuver my way down the stairs to the kitchen with one eye closed and the other only a third open, grab her a cup of milk, and crawl back up the mountainous stairs to finally rescue my poor baby!
I took her with me to my bed, laid her on my shoulder while rubbing her back and trying to calm her. She eventually accepted the milk, let me change her diaper, and cuddled right up in my arms.
It was still dark out and the only light was the moon shining through the double window in our bedroom. She drank her milk and stared right into my eyes as I brushed the hair gently across her forehead. I tell you what….it’s those moments that you just want to breath in as deeply as you possibly can and NEVER forget! I thought to myself, “Wow, what an absolutely beautiful little creature!” I glanced over at my husband sweetly sleeping and with a grin thought, “We did good, Babe…we did real good!”
Eventually she finished her milk and just laid there all snug in my arms. Little by little her breathing got slower and deeper and I felt her little body melt right to sleep. You know it’s funny, when I first woke to her cries the only thing I wanted to do was go back to sleep and then suddenly with her there in my arms in the light of the moon…all I wanted to do was hold her and somehow, someway not let the time end. So I just sat with her for a while and then knew I really had to lay my little one down, in the hopes that she could get some more rest. Begrudgingly I took her back to her room and laid her in the crib. She made not a peep! That is…until I went to close the door, at which point she let out a couple loud protests, but quickly drifted back to her slumber! I climbed back into bed, saw the clock (ugh!), and thought…it was so worth it! =)