Some nights…
Last night, @dylissia and I put Megan to be around 830pm or so. That’s her usual bed time. Marie and I passed out (or started to) around 11 or so. Marie was gone within minutes and I couldn’t get comfortable. Having to get up at 345am to catch a flight, I knew I needed to get some sleep.
I heard Megan stir around 1130pm or so. A whimper at first and then she started to call out like she needed something. I walked into her room to find her sitting up in her bed fully alert. She smiled as I came around the corner. I tracked down her pacifier and handed it to her. She smiled even more and popped it into her mouth. Then she looked at me like she wanted something.
Typically, marie and I would pick her up and take her into our room for a bit more of her bottle before she’d pass out but I needed to sleep. I patted her bed next to her and told her that she needed to lay down and go back to sleep. She looked up at me as I said that and I fully expected her to smile and reach for me.
Instead? She rolled over and fell asleep. I covered her up and 6 hours later she woke up again. If it weren’t for the fact that I did a few other things after that before finally falling asleep, I might have convinced myself I dreamt it. I never, in a million years, expected her to actually go back to sleep on command. I’m willing to bet that it’s the last time that ever happens
