Saturday, May 29, 2010
This is the aftermath from last night.
It went pretty much the same as the terrible night before. Except we were lucky enough to have it start at 12:30am this time. I usually don't get to bed until after 11 and it takes me FOREVER to fall asleep. So at 12:30 I was finally getting my doze on. Then I hear the pitter patter of little feet (I thought that was supposed to be a good thing! No one warned me that the pitter patter meant I was being woken up!).
Now, once again, Carter is between us, feet firmly planted in my spine (if I was to flip over the other way they are in a much worse place that frequently gets elbowed or punched, etc.). And, like the night before he starts tossing and turning. Vowing not to let him win, I patted and rubbed his back and patted some more. All until about 3:45am. He won.
So, since I was up and was defeated, I took him back to his bed. I sat on the floor by it, and he lay in his bed. He would look up every few minutes to see if I was there. "Go back to sleepies, Carter." And he would lay down for a few more minutes. Slowly, I noticed that he was getting more and more tired. Then at 4:33 (halelujah!) He fell asleep. I told myself I would wait until 4:40 then go back to bed. I waited until 4:43.
Did you know the birds start singing at 4:51?