(From Momma’s Perspective)

It’s 3 am and I wake up because I have to use the bathroom.  My husband is passed out cold.  I get out of bed and quietly make my way to the bathroom.  When my business there is complete, I quietly make my way back to bed.  As I’m walking that very short distance, I hear on the monitor, the baby stirring in his crib.  I stop, my heart beating in anxiety.  I hope he doesn’t wake up.  I’m exhausted and I want to go back to sleep.  I listen.  There isn’t a sound.  So I get back into bed, snuggling under the covers where it’s warm, and close my eyes.

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(From Baby’s Perspective)

It’s dark outside.  I’m in my crib with my binky and my giraffe. I hear something.  It sounds like Momma getting out of bed.  I listen intently.  A door closes.  She must be in the bathroom changing her diaper.  Oh I hope she comes to visit me.  I’m lonely and Momma always makes it better.  I roll around in my crib in anticipation of her arrival.  Then, I stop to listen.  What’s she doing?  Is she coming?

I listen.  I hear Momma, getting back into bed.  I can’t believe she’s not coming.  My diaper is wet, my tummy is empty, and I have a horrible case of the lonelinesses.  I can hear her curling up under the covers and so I wait…..3…2….she’s probably all relaxed now….1……..and then I scream MMMMOOOOOMMMMMAAAAAA!!!!!!! 

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(From Momma’s Perspective)

My eyes’ are closed.  I’m warm and just about asleep and that’s when I hear him screaming away on the monitor. 

I let out a sigh.  It’s like he knows.

I get out of bed and stumble my way out of the bedroom.