Monday, August 06, 2007

The First Time...

The boy was up at 1:30…

AM.

He was generally awake from 1:30 to 3:45….

AM.

I cried…

Literally.

Why does this child awaken in the middle of the night, every night, and not go back to sleep?

I’m completely in tune with those wild-animal mothers who eat their young…

Completely.

At 3:45, he let out one more squawk.

I felt it was kinder to both of us to leave him alone and just focus on my breathing.

And with a final whimper, he gave up.

Hurricane Jayden sleeps.

No doubt exhausted from trying to wriggle, wrangle and wrestle his way out of his crib, my arms, the boppy, and everything else attempting to quiet and soothe him back to the land of Nod.

At 5:45 he was awake again.

Sigh…

So, one baby and one bottle made their way to the crook of daddy’s arm in our bed and all three of them nodded off together.

Then…

At the bright and shiny hour of 7:00…

He was awake.

Again.

He was chatty…

Happy…

Making that monkey sound he loves so much…

Oooooo…Oooooo…Oooooo…

I opened the door from the bathroom to the bedroom to witness the commotion…

There was a huge toothy grin.

Bright, shiny eyes.

Crazy hair...

Sitting up in the bed, looking at me with expectation and excitement.

Morning had indeed arrived

He flung himself over the pillows and covers of our bed…

Pumping those chubby little legs to get quickly to me…

I reached to balance him and give him some love…

And he said…

“Mama!”

2 comments:

Gina said...

You've captured it all --the sheer exhaustion and the glorious reward making it worth it. Such is the ebb and flow of this beautiful journey. A wild ride! : ) (Hopefully with a slew of naps incorporated throughout!)

karen said...

YAY!!!!

was it worth the lack of sleep?