Yesterday night was a doozy. Lily and Lukasz are both coming down with a cold or flu, but it didn't rear it's head until the evening of course. Lukasz woke up at about midnight, just after Lily had fallen asleep in our bed, and he was crying because his nose was totally plugged. I picked him up to comfort him and, on a whim, laid down with him in Lily's bed. He fell asleep within minutes snuggled up beside me...
And that's when it occurred to me; he's always been an "alone" sleeper, wanting his bed, his blanket, his soother and that's it. I think last night was the first time I've laid in bed with him and cuddled him to sleep. :(
He woke up again though, about half an hour later... and we gave him some anti-viral syrup. He cried for a while and then really started crying and flailing and worrying us. With all the crying, his nose cleared out a bit and he was willing to take his soother, which made things quieter. I held him, my 20+ lb baby boy, and rocked him and hummed to him until he was dropping off to sleep. I wasn't able to fall asleep in Lily's bed so we set up the fold-out couch and Lukasz fell asleep again next to me.
Its these moments when it hits me hardest that I am a mom.
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