Are They Breathing?

Last night was a major landmark for my son. Weaning aside, he slept from 8:00 p.m. until 6:15 a.m. with no interruptions. :banana: Unbelievable!

Now, of course, I did not sleep that long. I woke up at 4:00 a.m., listening for the baby. I laid in bed, waiting for the inevitable wake-up crying that didn’t come. Finally, I dragged myself out of bed at 5:30 and made coffee. Still waiting.

I got the bottle of formula mix and water ready to go. Even microwaved it. No baby cries.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. My maternal instincts were screaming–what if he’s hurt? What if something’s wrong? What if he’s NOT BREATHING?

I ran upstairs, and just as I hit the top, I heard three delicate sneezes coming from the baby’s room. I opened the door and he gave me a big ol’ gummy smile through the crib bars.

Geez. Give me a heart attack, why don’t you? But he was fine, and more than eager to have his bottle and Mommy snuggles. Isn’t it funny how you are dying for the day when they sleep in, and when it finally comes, you can’t enjoy it?

And yes. I know that this, too, shall pass. As soon as our company arrives next week, he’ll be so excited, he won’t sleep. And when we travel, same thing. But in the meantime, I’m going to enjoy every moment. :bath:

Have you ever done that with your kids?