Wednesday, October 31, 2012

A Mother’s Love (or her warm body)

Olivia woke up at 9:30, moaning and groaning. I laid there, continuing to read, hoping she would go back to sleep. She is prone to crying out at night. After about 10 minutes I decided she was not going to stop so I went into her room. As soon as she heard the click of the door knob she sat up straight and reached her short little arms out for me to pick her up. I rocked her till she fell back asleep, which thankfully wasn’t very long.

11:30 rolls around and she wakes up again moaning and half way crying. This time I was tucked deep into my covers in bed (it’s so stinkin cold in this house right now) trying to drift off to sleep and I laid there for probably 10 minutes before I knew I was indeed going to have to get up again. This time I got the Tylenol and ear drops since she has a little cold and I figure at least one of the two ought to provide us with a decent nights rest (fingers crossed here). Again, as soon as she heard the door knob click, she bolted up and stretched out those short little arms. She didn’t make a sound, just looked at me with confident eyes that I was going to pick her up and comfort her. Make what ever it is that’s bothering her go away. I laid her down on the changing table and gave her medicine and ear drops and the sweet little thing barely made a peep. I grabbed her blanket and we settled into the rocking chair and I rocked her to sleep again.

James and Audrey love to get in the bed with me. I don’t know why in the world they wake up in the middle of the night like they do. But they drift down those stairs one by one as silent as a church mouse and gently and quietly (most of the time) crawl into the bed next to me and get deep beneath the covers cuddled right up next to me. Audrey has to be on the right side, she cannot be on the left for what ever reason. If James beats her down stairs first and is on her side up by my head, she will lay down next to my legs. Beats all I’ve ever seen. Again, I don’t know why they wake up in the middle of the night but they do and they want to be with me. Touching me, I might add. I guess it’s like Olivia needing me to hold her in the middle of the night when something just isn’t right.

I will admit that more often than not I am selfish and wish that Olivia wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the night and need me. And that James and Audrey would cram their daddy into the sardine can. But, they don’t. It’s me they need and tonight I am especially thankful that I am blessed to be called their mother.


Becky said...'re so sweet. I wish I would have been a sweeter mother. Sigh

Amanda said...

Again, I was feeling thankful last night. Perhaps I’ll post on a day or night that I’m not feeling that way....see how sweet you really think I am :) I wish I felt the way I felt last night more often....

Becky said...

I'm just thankful that you KNOW it before it's all over. You're doing an amazing job. Even when you don't feel it.