No More Silent Nights

Christmas Eve Morning...

2:40am   G wakes up and comes into our room. She has developed an unpleasant cough that woke her up, so naturally she wants mommy (and Daddy was at work).

2:45am   Administer cough medicine and lay her down beside me (praying she doesn't wake up the baby.)

3:00 am   I hear N stir but he doesn't wake.

3:05am-3:35am   Intermittent coughing spells and more silent prayers that baby stays sleeping.

3:40 am N wakes up

3:45-4:10 am   N is fed. He gets gagged on nasal drainage and throws up most of what he just ate...all over me, himself, the rocking chair and floor.

4:15-4:40am. Get the baby, myself, and all other milk covered items cleaned up.

4:45-5:00 am. I take G back to her room, change her and then rock her for a few minutes before laying her back in her own bed.

5:05-6:00 am  I lay in bed, listening to the sweet sounds coming from my son's bed. I relax to the sound of the rain pouring down outside my window. I reflect on the days when I would still be asleep at this point. I go in and out of restless slumber.

6:05am  N wakes up. I take him downstairs, change him and feed him by the light of our Christmas tree. 

In that moment, despite how tired I feel, I am reminded that this is life. This is my sweet, unpredictable, exceptionally beautiful, chaotic, spit-up covered life and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

The baby lays peacefully, lightly sleeping in my arms. 

6:50am  G wakes up...crying for Mommy.

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