A few weeks ago, because I've been having such interesting sleep habits--if I am awakened and have to get up to help someone in the middle of the night, I can't go back to sleep--the Warden told me that if there is ever a reason to get up in the night, he will do it. So, since I'm the only one that hears the kids crying out at night, I wake the Warden and turn right back over and go back to sleep. So far it's worked out very well.
Last night, we put #7 to bed with a super bad cold. She hasn't been sick in so long--none of our kids have--that we've gotten kind of spoiled by it.
I checked on her before we went to bed, and she was asleep on her back with her mouth wide open. It was clear that her nose was really stuffed. Poor little thing. I covered her up and went to bed.
Three times last night, I woke the Warden when I heard her crying. Three times, he went to take care of her needs as I rolled over and went right back to sleep.
This morning, when she woke up, #7 came into our bedroom carrying her Tinkerbell blankie. She snuggled up to me and said, "Mom, I called you and you didn't come. Dad comed, but I wanted you. Why didn't you come?"
Sad! I guess it's nice to be needed. Some things are just the mom's job, I guess.
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Aw. Cute!
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