Monday, October 21, 2013
We had a first in the house last night: a fight over who went to the baby in the middle of the night.
EG has been teething, getting up several times in the middle of the night. At first we thought it was just that she hadn't eaten well, since she often rolled right over and went back to sleep. Over the course of the week, however, we finally realized that she was in some amount of pain, and decided to give her tylenol.
When she woke up last night, both Working Dad and I wanted to run in and help her. Both of us craved that time, that moment to help her and comfort her, and make her feel better.
Some Tylenol put her back to bed through the whole night. I remember the first times she would wake up in the night, 11pm, 1am, 3am, etc. No one was jumping out of bed to help. I didn't know then what I know now.
How important it is to be there. How very small she is, and how these moments are so, so, so fleeting. That yesterday she was sucking at the breast, and today she's eating steak with a fork! No one tells you these moments will pass in the blink of an eye.
When you are in it, it's all-encompassing. It's everything to you- the lack of sleep, the fear, etc. Now, it's these stolen moments. When she snuggles against me in the rocking chair, and I provide what she needs. But the truth is, she's providing what I need just the same.