When I check on Georgie before going to bed at night one of two different scenarios unfolds...
Scenario #1: I place my hand on his back or chest and hold my breath waiting to feel him take a breath. I say a prayer, thanking God he is still breathing. I pause to admire him. I calmly walk out of his room with a smile.
Scenario #2: I take one step into his room and I hear him stir. Or worse yet he sits up and makes eye contact. As I flee from the room as if my life is in grave danger, again I say a prayer or rather more of a chant - please do not wake up, please do not wake up. Thankfully, 99% of the time he either stays or go back to sleep.
4 comments:
Haha! I remember those days -- exactly!
Enjoy, before you know it he'll be a teenager staying up later than you!
Okay, this completely made me CRACK UP!! Thanks for sharing!! I think it's each mother's rite of passage to check on their babies to ensure breath is still in them as they are sleeping!
I love this! I could have written this post!
I love this! I could have written this post!
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