We knew what we were in for...a sleepless night. Levi slept all day long, only waking to eat a little bit. We knew he would eventually wake up and be ready to stay awake for a while.
He woke briefly at 8:45pm, ate and was back to sleep by 9pm.
At 10 we went to sleep, praying that we would get some sleep that night.
He woke up 2 hours later. We fed him.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
Rocking, rocking, rocking.
Blink.
Blink.
Eyes Wide open.
He was not going back to sleep.
He was going to stare at us, the fan, the blank wall, everything!
We put him in his crib to see if he would be content there and we could go to sleep for a while.
He fussed.
Rocking.
1:00 am
Rocking.
We prayed he would get tired soon.
2:00 am
Rocking.
Rocking and feeding again.
2:30 Sleep
With the grace of a dancer,
I stand up and cross the distance to the crib.
I lift him into the crib as gently as a feather.
Blink!
...Holding my breath...
... I'm not moving...
Eyes close.
...I'm still not breathing or moving.
Silent as a cat, I back away, climb into bed, pray he stays asleep
and I sleep
...for 3 hours until he wakes again...
In spite of all that, I wouldn't trade it for anything! After Levi falls asleep, I love to watch him dreaming. He gets a whole face smile as he dreams about what ever it is that little boys dream about. I love to see Jesse lay on the floor with Levi while the make faces and noises at each other. I love that now when I come home, Levi wakes up and looks at me, bleary eyed; he smiles.
