Babies, It's Their Job

Last night, Becca woke up at about 2:00 a.m. which is pretty normal. I fed her, tucked her back in her crib, and went to bed. A few minutes later, I remember hearing her cough and thinking she probably spit up and I should go put her binky back in, then I have vague memories of some lady and a house and I don't know what else, and the next thing I know I'm startled awake by a frustrated, "Waaa!" Yeah, I fell asleep instead of plugging Becca's binky in and she was WIDE awake.

How can you tell when your baby is hyper? Breath, breath, breath, breath, kick, kick, kick. And she'll catch your eye and break out in huge grins and start telling you how grateful she is that you rescued her from her awful boring lonely crib, "a-goo". And you can't help but smile groggily back because even though you're so dead tired at 3:00 a.m., she's so dang cute.

So I brought the super awake Becca to bed with me because I was very sleepy and I didn't know what to do with her. She woke up Brian and we had a good laugh at her antics, even if it was a groggy half-asleep laugh. After laying on my chest for awhile hiccuping, kicking and staring very hard at the alarm clock (which was the only exciting thing to look at glowing bright red in a dark, quiet room), Becca finally started to get a little fussy which meant she was ready to be wrapped up tight in her blanket, fed her binky, and tucked in her crib. And she went right to sleep. Hallelujah.

She woke up at 6:30 this morning to eat again. And after I tucked her fully fed, soundly sleeping little body back in her crib, I started up my day getting Nathan up and ready for school, gathering and sorting the mountains of laundry that I'll have to wash and fold today, and just generally planning how to get through the day without getting too far behind--and I thought how nice it must be sometimes to be a little baby. Because, oh I'm so sleepy and I would love to go snuggle up in bed, too.