(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.
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