Oct 17th, 2012 by Jennifer Lynn
I was awoken at 5:15 a.m. experiencing chills and a raspy cough. And teeny, mealy fists tangled into my neck and hair.
I felt like shit and there was Lexi, peeking at me. Grinning and talking her gibberish.
Feebly I tried to coax her to lay down and snuggle into my tartan blanket, but all I managed to do was persuade her to erupt into giggles and blow raspberries against the tip of my nose.
Play time, Mommy.
My groggy mind groaned as I considered options.
If I quickly chucked her into the hallway and hid beneath the blanket, for example, would she notice the quivering mound on the bed? I could glue the door shut?
Not that I would close the door on my fifteen-month-old and lock her out to fend for herself just so I could accomplish peaceful sleep. Because that would be wrong. And our bedroom door lacks any type of locking device. Obviously someone wasn’t thinking.
Anyway.
That is how I ended up ghoul-ified on the floor at the crack of dawn beneath the bonsai plant, sitting cross-legged with my reindeer mug among the company of a stuffed fuzzy caterpillar and a lint-covered owl, while Lexi repeatedly thumped a peeling copy of BOW-WOW! PEEP! against my kneecap.
Halfway through our reading, Lexi began to sneeze. She rubbed her nose and sighed miserably. Then stared at me: Waaaaaaahhhhh!
Heeding my cue, I gathered Lexi into my arms to rock her soothingly. She nuzzled into my neck and gazed at me like I was the only face she wanted to see before the sun came up. We smiled at each other and my exhaustion ebbed away.
I knew there was a reason I suffered through a gestational period with this one. Just don’t expect too much productivity from this drowsy gal goul today.
Pardon me while I shuffle off to fetch another tissue.
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MAN, do I remember those days. My kids killed us…one always woke up at the ass-crack of dawn and the other was a night owl. Why couldn't they be on the same schedule? …that would have been WAY too easy on us.
Our daughter is the same way. Ever since she was about six months she'd always beat our alarms in the morning. I mean, who doesn't wake up at 4:45? Not only that, but she wakes up screaming and crying half the time…so the whole house wakes up! Gotta love little kids, they DO make life interesting at times.
Oh jesus. You both are incredible. Good job, Papa(s)!
I feel your pain. Loved your description of when your little one is gazing up at you. I just melt and the pain disappears. Hope I'm not spoiling him!