Oh, little baby J. I love you. I really, really do. I love you so much, that I want you to experience the joys of sleep. I want you to rest your weary body and wake rejuvenated and happy. I want your little baby mind to be crisp and your smile to be quick.
What you want is to wake up . . . every two hours. You want milk. You want to be in the bed between mommy and daddy (which I love, but being that J loves to FLAIL in bed now, it isn't the best situation, not to mention the awkward contortions your body must go through to get comfy). You want to cuddle (in the most awkward positions). You DO NOT want to be in the crib, with cute little Blue Bear or Quacky (yes, I thought you might like a lovey or two, but NO) . You want us . . . who can blame you. So, here we are, two sleep deprived parents. My eyes are twitching. My head is floating in a cloud. Your daddy, is now zombie daddy with Samsonite hanging under his eyes. We'll soldier on . . . We. Will. Survive.
And now . . . a poem . . . dedicated to J:
We read you a book and give a kiss and a hug.
We smile as we bid you a sweet goodnight,
We blow you a kiss and we turn out the light.
Goodnight sweet boy.
A move, a whimper, little cries,
We wait then go to dry your eyes.
We smile as we watch you rest your head,
We bid farewell and head to bed.
Goodnight little darling.
A shout we hear as startled we wake,
We slowly head to your room, "Boy is it late!"
A little while later we finally find sleep.
We pray that the restful silence will keep.
Our attempts to sleep are to no avail,
As we wake to your whimpers, cries, and a wail.
A midnight feeding, a binky, your boo,
We drag ourselves back to bed hoping all that will do.
Not so much. You're up once again,
Babbling as if to ask, "Where ya been?"
We drag our worn-out bodies back to your room,
Mommy's secretly wishing she could put you back in the womb
. . . .
We rock you awhile and sing you a song,
But we know that you won't be asleep for long.
It's 3 AM as dad heads to bed.
But instead of sleep it's ESPN.
Mom goes downstairs, "No sleep for me."
Instead she dusts, washes dishes, and folds laundry.
And little baby all snug and safe in his bed,
Smiles as he rests his sweet little head.