Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Time for Bed

We were winding down earlier tonight, Geoff upstairs reading and me trying to think about what to blog tonight, and all of a sudden Phoebe started crying as if she were in pain.

So I sprinted upstairs and Geoff walked across the hallway and we grabbed her and she was inconsolable. I don't know if it was a night terror, or gas or just general undefined baby crying. It was pretty horrible though.

She eventually calmed down and she's now back in her bed, wearing fresh pajamas (we learned a long time ago that sometimes she just wants to get naked when she cries) and holding her security blanket. I'm hoping tonight she sleeps all night because last night she woke me up THREE times (2:30, 4:30 and 6) and she hasn't ever done that. I mean, even when she was a newborn she'd sleep at least 5 or 6 hours at a time (I'd have to wake her up to feed her during the day).

So it's almost 11 and I'm still awake and probably will be until she sleeps. Just one of those days.

I watched the Oprah show today about amazing kids and there was a woman on there who had twin girls who were born conjoined, but had a separation surgery when they were 4 years old, leaving one of them without a kidney.

And the mom gave her kidney to one of the daughters. And the only thing I thought was "Of course". Because even if there's the slightest shred of hope that something you could do would make your child feel better, you'd do it, no matter the cost to you.

I'm learning that more and more. Even if it means waking up 3 times a night, not sleeping at all in the deep sleep I had been used to (waking up with every teeny sound that might be Phoebe needing me), or not being able to enjoy caffeinated coffee for a few more months.

This morning at 8:10 when I woke up after a long, horrible night I told Geoff (who worked from home today -- yet ANOTHER reason why I love him) "She is getting NO SYMPATHY from me today! I'm too tired!"

And -- I am not kidding you -- like an hour later I was holding her and she laughed for like 15 minutes straight. I was doing the stupidest noises and sounds and motions and songs I could think of in every silly voice in the world and she was cracking up, with her teeny half-moon eyes and big babygums open-mouthed smile.

I'm shaking my head right now remembering it because it was so cute and I knew if I reached for the camera to capture it on film she'd just get distracted and probably stop laughing. But at that moment I was so happy I forgot about not getting sleep, my day was brighter, my life seemed better and I thought "This is why we do it."

And we do it again and again and again.


Stephanie Precourt said...

Yes, you are right. I watched that Oprah, too. Oh my goodness I bawled.


Meghan said...

OH my that youtube video got me ... I had to pause it because I couldn't stop crying.