Motherhood and the Middle of the Night

Eighteen-year-olds don't often remind us of the cuddly infants we nurtured all those many years ago. And so it should be.They have new endearing qualities such as language and independence. But last night was one of those nights that just had so many similarities: sleeping near-by, listening for their breathing, counting the hours in a row they sleep, monitoring intake and out-put. I even behaved like the mom whose baby is starting to sleep through the night by lying awake from 4 to 5 am waiting for him to wake up. Overall, it was a good night. He was only up three times from midnight to 6 am. Then he was uncomfortabble in that chair and we moved to the other room. Our fatigue and the "June Gloom" resulted in us sleeping until 8:00 or later. Ahhhhh. At 5 am during a med dosing, Jake complained that the birds outside were singing too loud. OMG! After constant beeping and alarms and hissing and suctioning and lights and talking and snoring at the hospital, he's complaining about the birds! I close the window and went back to sleep... Home Sweet Home
MomDenise