My night

Last night I got home from bookgroup around midnight, which is pretty normal. I figure if I get home and am in bed by 1am I still have a good six hours sleep before my kids wake up. Of course last night right after I get home Caden starts crying. He's been sleeping through the night for over a year so this is not normal....although lately it's becoming a little more normal. (Maybe it's teething, maybe it's nightmares, I just don't know, the kid's only a year so he doesn't exactly tell me why.) He cries for all of about a minute and goes back to sleep. Chris and I ended up talking a while and we don't get to bed until about 1:30 am. Ok, I'm still in good shape, by the time I fall asleep I'll still have five hours of sleep, not my ideal but it'll work.

I barely drift off to sleep and I hear it again, Caden's crying, a little longer this time. So now I'm thinking "what's wrong? is he sick, did he pee through his diaper again??" I let him cry it out and he falls back asleep. At 4am I hear him again so I think I better check to see if he's OK. I get him some motrin, rock him back to sleep and put him back in his crib. He sleeps until 5;30am and starts crying again... so I give in, go to his room, pick him up and just hold him... the rest of the night.

I gave up trying to figure out what was wrong, I stopped thinking about how I was gonna function the next day on only 2 hours of sleep, I quit worrying about what I was gonna do the next night if it happened again (and trust me, this is not normal for me). But at least for one night I just held my little baby boy. I know these times will be ending soon and I want to enjoy every minute of it. I just rocked him and prayed for him and watched him sleep and guess what? He woke up with the HUGEST grin on his face!....who knows, maybe he just needed a little cuddle time from his mommy! :)