Beautiful Moments
My little nieces were sleeping over. CR is four and Lee will be two in May. We had moved the baby's crib up to my bedroom, so she could sleep there. CR had elected to sleep with my sister in her bed. Sometime in the middle of the night, I heard Lee rolling around and murmuring. She had a cold and she was whining and saying "Mumma". It was strange, since she usually sleeps like a rock. I waited a few minutes to see if she'd fall back asleep, and when she didn't, I reluctantly got out of bed. I leaned into her crib and she immediately stood up and reached up with her little arms. I was exhausted, and I picked her up, wiped her nose, and carried her into bed with me. I have a habit of talking to children as if they are adults, and understand the concepts associated with what I am saying. I said to the baby, "It's not play time, it's bed time okay?" She nodded her head and said "mmm-hmm," which she had just learned. She murmured to me in baby talk, and began wrapping strands of my hair around her finger. After she quieted down, I looked at her and asked, "Do you want to go back in the crib or stay in the bed?" I think I got the word "crib" out and she immediately shook her head and pulled the blankets up to her face, looking at me pleadingly. It took all my strength not to laugh, but I didn't want to get her going.
I rolled over onto my stomach, because that's how I sleep and said "Goodnight." The back of my head - and my hair - were still accessible to the baby's little fingers so she twirled pieces of my hair around her fingers. She then put her little foot in my back.
When I woke up, I was very, very, very sore. I was on the far right side of my pretty good size bed, nearly falling off, facing inward. I was cradling Lee, who was resting comfortably in my arms with about three feet of bed space to her little self. She woke up shortly after I did, and her sister came into the room (it was about 630 AM) and said "Good morning! Did you have a good sleep?" I was still counting on getting more sleep, but it was not to be. I coaxed CR into bed with us for a few minutes and promised I was getting up.
Although sore from having a foot in my back, tired from not sleeping, and contorted into an unnatural position, it was an amazing way to start my morning - with Lee feeling happy and secure and like such a big girl for sleeping in a "big girl" bed, and with CR telling me about all of the things we were going to do
... once I got out of bed.
I rolled over onto my stomach, because that's how I sleep and said "Goodnight." The back of my head - and my hair - were still accessible to the baby's little fingers so she twirled pieces of my hair around her fingers. She then put her little foot in my back.
When I woke up, I was very, very, very sore. I was on the far right side of my pretty good size bed, nearly falling off, facing inward. I was cradling Lee, who was resting comfortably in my arms with about three feet of bed space to her little self. She woke up shortly after I did, and her sister came into the room (it was about 630 AM) and said "Good morning! Did you have a good sleep?" I was still counting on getting more sleep, but it was not to be. I coaxed CR into bed with us for a few minutes and promised I was getting up.
Although sore from having a foot in my back, tired from not sleeping, and contorted into an unnatural position, it was an amazing way to start my morning - with Lee feeling happy and secure and like such a big girl for sleeping in a "big girl" bed, and with CR telling me about all of the things we were going to do
... once I got out of bed.
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