Who doesn't love being woken up by a crying baby at 3:00 am? Oh, that's right, me. And Dan. And Millie. Bradley had a great night last night and went right to sleep after his bedtime bottle around 7:30. Not a peep at all from him all night. He had done pretty well with no middle-of-the-night wake ups this week so we thought he'd go back to sleeping through the night. Once I heard him fussing/crying I thought he would fall back asleep as I tried watching him through the ridiculously bright monitor, but no. My eyes finally adjusted enough to see Bradley staring right into the camera, eyes wide open. So much for a good night's sleep. Dan suggested we go ahead and make a bottle for him so I got up. But then I'm rewarded with the sweetest smile and hug from Bradley when I picked him up. Totally makes it worth it. I decided he might be hungry (he ate like crazy yesterday, growth spurt maybe??) and he was still full of smiles while I mixed together a bottle for him with one hand while holding my 21-lb bundle of joy in the other. Not an easy task, but we did it. Bradley devoured the entire bottle and went right back to sleep when I put him down. Oh, and you're probably wondering where Dan was through all this ... he came in after our smiles and hugs, after the trip to the kitchen to make the bottle, after Bradley finished said bottle, and after he let out a good burp, and said "oh, you decided to give him a bottle?" Funny how "we" turned to "I" ... so this morning I told him he's on Bradley duty if/when he wakes up at 3:00 a.m. again. But I'll probably get up again tonight, and every night, because there's nothing better than middle of the night cuddles with my sweet baby boy. Totally makes up for the dark circles I'm sporting under my eyes today. Totally.
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