Now that he’s three months old Kainoa has started this really cute thing. You see, when I go to change his diaper at, say, 2:00 in the morning he decides he’d like to get some play time in. It’s really super. While I, myself, am in a “zombie-like” state of mind, barely able to function at all, my son kicks it into high gear. Huge smiles. Lots of kicking and wreckless arm swinging.
If I attempt to put him on my shoulder to burp him and settle him down he suddenly goes stiff, arches his back, and bobbles his little head back and forth in perfect alertness. It’s a really special bonding time for the two of us. Are you picking up on the sarcasm?? At least he’s not crying for that hour…I suppose it could be worse.
He’s played this little game about three nights in a row now. Last night was even MORE exciting than usual because after being up with him from two to three, Laina woke me up around 3:45. Nothing major. Just needed a quick hug and to be tucked in again. I did my duty and found my way back to my bed with my eyes closed.
The MOST exciting part came about 15 minutes after that when I awoke to a presence at the end of my bed. Let’s just call this presence “Maile” and let’s just add that instead of speaking or shaking me awake, this presence was sighing deeply.
Where is Pat in all this?? Sleeping like a log. Normally he takes care of Laina if she has issues at night, but on this particular occasion she was not heard. He doesn’t nurse, so Kainoa is on my watch. And Maile is a Mama’s girl to an extreme. If I could glue myself to her she would be in heaven.
I think we’ll try that this weekend.
In the meantime, it is my understanding that the sleepless nights have just begun. Mom says I can kiss my peaceful nights good-bye. What is hungry infants and restless toddlers now will eventually turn into teenagers out drinking at night.
Sounds of sirens.
I suppose I should be greatful that I have all my little chick-a-dees under my watchful eyes, tucked in, safe and sound, and easily soothed.