sweet.
sleepy time is the main event in the evening. my main event, anyway. i'm always the "closer." i'm the milk dispenser, after all.
every other night we alternate reading z a story or we transition him for bedtime with his favourite baby einstein dvd, baby van gogh.
after the transition activity, z nurses. and i sing to him (tell me what we're gonna do now, dear jesse, a medley of twinkle twinkle, abc, and baa black sheep are our favourites. sometimes sarah mclachlan's ice cream makes the cut, too).
most nights, he falls asleep within 10-20 minutes. other nights, he tosses and turns, unable to lull himself into slumber. and when he does, i lay him in his crib and tuck him in.
an hour or 2 or 3 later, he usually wakes with crying. and oftentimes, it's only me he wants, for comfort, for milk.
last night was particularly... annoying because every time z was finally dozing off in my arms, my cat's whiny meow would wake him (feline biatch that ashes is). and he would be up and turning around in my arms to see what she was up to. so, with a great big sigh, i brought z to our bed and tried to nurse him, for what felt like the 15th time. but of course, he was full and starting to thrash around. so i just sang to him and kept him from getting up to play with all the things on top of our headboard.
with all sorts of things on my mind (work and knitting for a start), like my mother, and all mothers before us, i played the "pretend to sleep" card. and like a charm, through my half open eyes, i could tell he was starting to doze off.
then, we had the following conversation:
me: i love you, z. can you say, "i love you mama?"
z: [pause] ma-ma
me: [heart melting] i love you z.
z: [falls asleep]
sweet.
i wanted to write this down because moments like this are meant to be savoured again and again.
every other night we alternate reading z a story or we transition him for bedtime with his favourite baby einstein dvd, baby van gogh.
after the transition activity, z nurses. and i sing to him (tell me what we're gonna do now, dear jesse, a medley of twinkle twinkle, abc, and baa black sheep are our favourites. sometimes sarah mclachlan's ice cream makes the cut, too).
most nights, he falls asleep within 10-20 minutes. other nights, he tosses and turns, unable to lull himself into slumber. and when he does, i lay him in his crib and tuck him in.
an hour or 2 or 3 later, he usually wakes with crying. and oftentimes, it's only me he wants, for comfort, for milk.
last night was particularly... annoying because every time z was finally dozing off in my arms, my cat's whiny meow would wake him (feline biatch that ashes is). and he would be up and turning around in my arms to see what she was up to. so, with a great big sigh, i brought z to our bed and tried to nurse him, for what felt like the 15th time. but of course, he was full and starting to thrash around. so i just sang to him and kept him from getting up to play with all the things on top of our headboard.
with all sorts of things on my mind (work and knitting for a start), like my mother, and all mothers before us, i played the "pretend to sleep" card. and like a charm, through my half open eyes, i could tell he was starting to doze off.
then, we had the following conversation:
me: i love you, z. can you say, "i love you mama?"
z: [pause] ma-ma
me: [heart melting] i love you z.
z: [falls asleep]
sweet.
i wanted to write this down because moments like this are meant to be savoured again and again.