Truth be told, he’s not a baby anymore, he’s two. He’s not even a terrible two, but I’m certain that will come. As moms know, anytime you have a little one a good night’s sleep is sometimes just a bonus. I don’t get many bonuses. My sister-in-law is a year younger than me and her kids are grown and she has grand babies. She has often commented that she doesn’t know how I do it at this age. She knows the answer: You just do what you need you do no matter what.
Much to my husband’s amazement I can fall asleep within two minutes of my head hitting the pillow, any time of day. A few hours later I’m awake for one reason or another. Last night 12:45 a.m. was my wake up. Wide awake without cause. Still awake at 2:15 a.m., I hear that familiar call, soft and sweet: “Mommy?”… “Mommy?” Do you think he ever says “Daddy?” Nope. Not. Ever. The same phenomena happens each time one of the other kids appears bedside. Do you think they ever stop at daddy’s side of the bed THAT THEY HAVE TO WALK RIGHT PAST TO GET TO ME? Nope. Not. Ever. Those midnight callers always come to mommy. Sometimes they come to me in the middle of the night only to tell me they can’t sleep. Awesome.
So, here it is middle of the night and me a my baby are rocking. After about 40 minutes I think he’s asleep, I gently put him back in his crib and he pops back up. “I seep wif you mommy.” Ugh. I’m exhausted now so I cave. I put him in bed with us.
“Juice.” Nope, no juice, go nite-nite. “Juice.” Nope. “Juice.” Okay, okay I get him juice. By 3:30 a.m. he has beat up his dad and I and talked our ears off, so I decide he has to go back in his crib. Then he cries for half a second and goes silent. I mean hear a pin drop silent. That’s weird. Fifteen minutes later daddy opens his door slightly only to see him standing straight up. My dear husband says “maybe he didn’t see me”. And then it comes, “Mommy?”…”Mommy?”
He goes back to sleep around 4:30 a.m., right next to me.
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