When Baby J wakes up in the middle of the night, he wants to eat. And then he wants to play. My husband has been out of town, so it's been me and Baby J at 2:30am, working out the problems of the world. The conversation usually goes something like this:
J: Hey
Me: Hey
J: Hey
Me: Hey
(Okay, so this is one of the words he knows. Along with "love" and 'hi".)
J: Hey
Me: Why aren't you sleeping?
(Big smile.)
Me: Go to sleep!
J: Hey
Me: Okay, it's time to go back to sleep.
(Big smile and a giggle.)
Me: Yes, you are the cutest thing ever. Now go to sleep!
J: Hey
This is usually the point where I put him on the bed next to me and let him kick me as I try to remember what a solid night's sleep is like. He sucks on his toes. He kicks. He smiles and laughs and talks gibberish, although to him, it's not gibberish. He has meaningful things to say.
But then it gets quiet. He has rolled onto his side and is sleeping peacefully. No way!
I let him slip into a deeper sleep for a few minutes before I move him to his bed. I get my right hand under his butt. And then my left under his head. I lift gently. No movement. I pull him close to me and carry him over to his bed. Still sleeping soundly.
I lay him down and he gently. He rolls onto his side and continues to breath deeply in his restful slumber.
I do a little happy dance and go back to my bed to catch some more zzz's. I roll onto my side and am almost sleeping when I hear, "HEY".
And so we start all over again. Sigh.
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