What it's like to be up in the middle of the night with my child. Courtesy of their growing years and generally wonderful health status, it's been some time since I was forced to stumble around in the dark, tending to one of my "babies''. They don't stay in their beds (Owen joins us nightly and Grayce periodically), but they don't WAKE US UP. It's more of a silent slither into place. At this point, they don't want us to awaken, because then we'd do something rude...like make them go back to their own beds!
So last night when Owen appeared coughing and sneezing, blowing his nose all over the place (when DO they learn to blow their snaut responsibly? Without sharing?) I was unprepared for sleepless thrashing and the silent wimper (if you're a mom, or a night parenting dad, then you know what I mean...no one else can hear it...but it's clearly apparent, a sign of distress, and if unattended to, generally lends itself to much louder pursuits.)
Our dialogue went something like this:
Owen: "Mama (hack, blow) I wanna be in da midda." (Um, no...the middle is no place for a boy who kicks the covers off of everyone in his sleep).
Owen: Da Midda (L, R, and T or Th disappear from his pronunciation capabilities along with the arrival of a virus or when he's upset). I wanna sweep UP!
Me: "Huh?" (Did he break something? Did I miss it? What the hell is going on, anyway?)
Owen: "I wan the piwwows so I can sit UP and sweep! My eaw huwts."
Me: "Oh. OHHHH...You can't sleep? You want to sit up and SLEEP and your ear hurts? NOW I get it. (we are awake, that's what we are!)
We tried it...the sitting up sleeping thing. No such luck. So up we crept. Down the basement steps. Pillows, blankets... Mommy made tea and rubbed his back. Kleenex in the dark. Super hero dvd. Snauty cuddles...and some quiet words from my baby..."Mama, I wish I stiw had nummies, wight now. I might wike wawm miwk again" He lay his head against my chest. "Mama, I wuv you vewy much."
And I love you. Yes, I do.
How could I forget the pain and pleasure of middle of the night mommy? I was her for so many years and it was brutal but also, so very often, sweet.
I wonder if I'll feel that way when he stops asking me to wipe his butt?
Hmm. Maybe I should have another baby?
mama to Owen
the boy who went back to bed from 6 am to 10 am...while I poured coffee down my throat and hoped for the best!
*This post is part of Steady Mom's 30 Minute Blog Challenge