It’s early, really early. The birds haven’t even started up their daily cacophony outside our window. I’m sleeping the really deep sleep of someone who went to bed way too late and knows that she has to sleep hard because she isn’t going to sleep long.
Little L’s cry roused me partially and I listened out to see if she was just crying out in her sleep. She cried out again and coughed. I listened more closely. She coughed again, harder, and I dragged myself out of bed. I’m still sleepy and I keep my eyes at half mast. If I can get through this interruption without waking up all the way it’ll be that much easier to slide right back into sleep.
Once in the girls’ darkened room I make my way to Little L’s crib where I find her sitting up, looking confused. I hand her a sippy cup of water which she grabs. She gulps at the water and holds the cup out vaguely in my direction. Her head is drooping; she’s as awake as I am.
“Hey babe, let me change your diaper, then you can go back to sleep,” I murmur. She nods sleepily and lies down without complaint. I quickly change her and zip her back up. Long before I’m done her eyes slide shut, and she barely notices when I tuck her blanket snuggly around her.
“Sleep tight,” I whisper as I tiptoe back to the door. I’m still drowsy, another moment and I’ll be back in bed.
“Mama?” Her sleepy voice calls from the crib. I pause, holding my breath. If I stay up much longer I won’t be able to go back to sleep.
“Mama, I wuv you.”
I smile and slip out of her room. I rarely get to sleep through the night, but sometimes there’s more to life than sleep.
Happy Love Thursday everyone. May your nights always be filled with love.