The other night after I put you to bed around 10:30p in your crib, I lay awake until you needed me. I knew I would have at least 2 hours to sleep, but I just couldn’t. I just listened to the humming of the ceiling fan coming through the monitor and just waited, waited for the slightest cry and the slightest inkling that you needed me.
Sometimes, even when you are not fussy and could sleep in your crib, I bring you to bed with me anyways, knowing that these days will not last forever.
Although I fell tethered to the pump, I am grateful of it’s duty so that I have an excuse to take a much needed break from you at times.
I know I shouldn’t have the TV on with you, but there is only so much silent pacing one can do. So I’ll turn it on the cartoon channel occasionally to offset that guilt.
Picking your boogers and fingernails have become a new obsession for me.
Sometimes I let you cry a little longer than I should because I think your cry *can* be adorable.
