It's difficult, mommyhood is. New mothers may think they are having the toughest time and wouldn't wait for the kid to get older and things to easen. Well, I have news... it only gets tougher... kids want to be entertained - all the time, they have to be talked to, played with and kept in good humor. Not to mention - food, that can easily turn into a bone of contention (pun intended).
But they also do things, that turn a what-have-i-got-into to why-did-i-not-have-this-earlier in a flash and you into one big ooey-gooey piece of all heart. K has always had trouble with her sleep and though things have got better (fingers crossed!), there are days and there are nights. One such night, she woke up at 4 am and promptly came and slept on top of me. Yes, not beside me or near me - on top of me (this is now, by the way, a regular thing she has taken to doing every night). This was followed by her waking up again and asking for a story, then for me to press her legs along with a story, then a demand to be picked up and rocked. By this time, I lost it... she would fall into sleep and suddenly wake up with another demand. She finally slept after an hour leaving me staring at the ceiling grudging her my sleep and N, his complete apathy and to sleep right through the ordeal... sleep wouldn't come to me now...
This is when she woke up one last time, half opened her eyes and as I turned to listen to what she wanted now, she cupped my face in her palms, smiled the most beautiful smile and peacefully went back to sleep. So did I.
But they also do things, that turn a what-have-i-got-into to why-did-i-not-have-this-earlier in a flash and you into one big ooey-gooey piece of all heart. K has always had trouble with her sleep and though things have got better (fingers crossed!), there are days and there are nights. One such night, she woke up at 4 am and promptly came and slept on top of me. Yes, not beside me or near me - on top of me (this is now, by the way, a regular thing she has taken to doing every night). This was followed by her waking up again and asking for a story, then for me to press her legs along with a story, then a demand to be picked up and rocked. By this time, I lost it... she would fall into sleep and suddenly wake up with another demand. She finally slept after an hour leaving me staring at the ceiling grudging her my sleep and N, his complete apathy and to sleep right through the ordeal... sleep wouldn't come to me now...
This is when she woke up one last time, half opened her eyes and as I turned to listen to what she wanted now, she cupped my face in her palms, smiled the most beautiful smile and peacefully went back to sleep. So did I.
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