As usual, I was awakened by Jackson before the crack of dawn this morning. As usual, I got him up, fed him, changed his diaper, and got him ready for the day. Yet, when it was time for Daddy to go to work, Jackson cried and carried on like he was losing his best friend. Then, as usual, I took care of Jackson all day, then fed him, changed him into his pajamas, and put him to bed.
For some reason, he woke up at 11:30 PM, which is UNusual these days. I got out of bed, fed him and changed him, cuddled him, then tried to put him back to bed, where he cried and carried on. Then I gave him some baby Motrin, thinking that maybe his teeth hurt, and tried to put him back to bed, where he cried and carried on again.
Finally, Matt asked (from bed) if I wanted to just bring him into our bed. Since I'd tried everything else I could think of, I took him up on the offer and put Jackson in our bed . . . where he immediately shifted himself so his head was tucked comfortably under Matt's chin, and his feet were digging into my side, and he fell right to sleep.
Great. So NOW it's after 12:30 AM, and Matt and Jackson are blissfully snoozing away, and I'm wide awake and killing time on the computer until I get sleepy again!
However, I'm consoling myself with the fact that when Jackson grows up and wins a Pulitzer and/or Nobel Peace Prize (or Grammy, Oscar, or Emmy--I'm not picky!) the first person he'll thank is his mother. :-)
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