Thursday, January 20, 2011
I love you
I have to remember that these nights are rare--the nights when the sweet babe doesn't want to go back to sleep after his 2AM bottle. When he spends half the time crying for his nuk and the other half fussing because it's in his mouth. I'm sure I can blame it on Teething (yup, with a capital "T")--that second little bugger is about to burst onto the scene. Andrew is much better at keeping calm and loving in the middle of the night. I, on the other hand, have to keep reminding myself to take it slow, to be gentle and soothing, that he's not doing this to torture me, even though it feels like it after two and a half hours of bleary-eyed frustration. Crying and feeling sorry for myself, truly, has never helped the situation. So, instead of crawling back into my warm bed and sleeping till the sun rises, I'm reminding myself of a profound truth: I love you, sweet baby William. Even when you're being a royal pain, I love you!