It is 5:30AM on a Thursday morning. A warm splash of moon light through the window gently drapes the foot of the bed and fills the room with a beautiful soft glow. The lone, solemn drone of the a/c in the window is the welcome interuption in our otherwise unusually silent home. What makes this night special beyond others? My son, is asleep; a more telling description - he is knocked out!
I’m merely up out of habit and pleasantly thankful that Elijah is finally breaking me from this. We almost thought this day would never come; Elijah has shown incredible consistency with his daily habits and waking up 2-3 times a night was one of them.
It’s 5:45AM. I hear him getting restless, threatening to break the silence. But strangly, I don’t mind. A good night rest is all I’ve wanted for weeks now and tonight, I got one.
5:55AM. Lil’ Mel is still asleep. I’ve got a bottle prepped and prepared for him. It’s funny how the tides have turned. Now it is I who waits on him. Will he wake soon? Will he sleep for a another 30 minutes? an hour? two hours? I can barely contain myself; I’m tempted to just wake him and get it over with!
6:00AM. I should be sleeping! And that is exactly what I will do. Murphy’s law: he will wake up as soon as I publish this and close the laptop.
Edit - 6:05AM…feeding time.
