I’m sitting in bed. Munching on Doritos, messing around in Picasa, watching Big Bang Theory, trying to keep up with #clothdiapers chat on Twitter. And I look over to see M wiggling. He’s been asleep for about an hour, but my typing (banging, if you ask D) and munching are causing him to stir. What do I do? Feed him, stroke his forehead, and then go right back to what I was doing.
Why?
Why did I not immediately shut down the computer, stop my munching, and cuddle up with him for the night? I need the sleep. I don’t need the calories. I crave contact with him. And yet, here I am.
I’m reviewing & editing some photos from the birthday party of a friend’s little girl. I’m waiting on D to get home from work. I still need to lay out my clothes for tomorrow (Thanks FLYlady!). And I have this cool new blog that I want to write on.
Now here I sit. With one leg against his little body. Hoping I don’t wake him up again. Watching him breathe. Listening to his soft little sighs. But he starts to wriggle. And then arch his back. So I start feeding him again. And I set the computer down. And I say goodnight. Because I’m going to lie with my sleeping baby. He won’t be this little for long.
