Baby in Bed
Every morning since Tim got home (last Saturday) Nathan’s been waking up to make sure Daddy hasn’t left again. At least that's the best explanation I've got. Sometimes it’s at nearly midnight, sometimes it’s at 4am, but each time Mama can’t fix it. I go in to my whimpering baby, stick a wub in his mouth, he snuggles down, seems content and as soon as I leave the crying begins. If it’s midnight, a snuggle from Daddy is all it takes, but if it’s 4am Nathan usually ends up in bed with us so that he can have Daddy time and Daddy can get one more hour of sleep before the work day begins. So Nathan lies between us, staring at his Daddy, maybe stroking his bread or pulling his hair, and eventually we all go back to sleep. It’s sweet, but I think Tim’s probably a little tired of it. But I guess parenthood is full of sweet and tiring moments, and sometimes, they’re the same one. Even though he steals my side of the bed and talks in his sleep, I kinda like having Nathan with us, but it's probably (certainly) not practical as an all the time or all night arrangement. And it makes for very slow work day mornings.