Last night I got woken up at 12:43, 1:35, 2:10, 3 something (this time i told Simon he needed to get up and deal with his children (!!!?$#@$%$&^%$##@*^$#!!), which he did, and then went back to sleep in seconds (bastard). 4:20ish and 5:30ish.
but last night, like every night, reaffirms why I do all of this.
Its simple, its that feeling I get when i tuck them in at night before I go to sleep myself. I go into ZJs room and plug the baby monitor in (checking no less than 3 times its plugged in properly and wont arc causing a fire (seriously)) then i reset him because he usually has a limb through a slat in the crib. He will then bunch up into a little ball with his bum in the air and I realise instantly how much he has grown that day. His curls are almost always sticky with something as i lean over and kiss him on his head. Then I go back to our room and gaze at Evie while she lays there with her arms up above her head, totally and utterly peaceful.
My babies, they are so beautiful.
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They certainly are. :)
Yeah, the other night Charlotte woke up in the middle of the night, and I was NOT happy. But, then we sat in our rocking chair, and I rocked her to sleep just like when she was a tiny baby. And, even though I wanted to be in bed, i also really wanted to be there, with my beautiful girl, with her legs dangling off my lap.
It's just so freaking incredible, this parent thing.
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