The last two nights I’ve been up with one or other of the kids at 2:45am. That’s a tough time of night. I want to just get the kid back to sleep as soon as possible, but these are the moments that I’ll look back on when the kids are bigger, and wish I had made the most of them.
Huff cried out at 2:45 and wanted to be cuddled. It took quite a few cuddles – I’d ask her if she was ready to go back to sleep, she’d say “not yet, not yet” in increasingly tired tones, and then finally agree to lay back down, be tucked in again, and go to sleep. As much as I wanted to go back to sleep, it’s hard to argue with her when she wants cuddles.
Puff, the next night, came into my room at 2:45 and said – in a fairly loud voice – he couldn’t get the theme song for a particular game out of his head, and could I put him back to bed. I sent him to the bathroom, he blinded me by turning on the bathroom light, and then I carried him (his idea) back to bed, tucked him in, and helped him go back to sleep.
I think I made the most of it, but there’s no way to be sure.