It’s just midnight. My little one has just had his feed and is asleep. I hope and pray that this is the last feed for tonight and wish for some ever-so-scarce sleep. I tiptoe around the room to get my blanket. And then he awakes. He blinks once. Twice. Looks around with droopy eyes. I hold my breath. I rock him. And I hope to hell he goes back to sleep. But no such luck. He starts whining. I drop my blanket. Almost swear – and check myself before i say anything little babies shouldnt hear. I put him in his bassinet and hope the rocking will put him to sleep… Again no luck. I pull out the toys and hang them up. He perks up. Grins and coos and starts batting away at the rattles. He gives me one of his wide toothed smiles – “goood morning mommy, its playtime!!!” I switch on my laptop – my haven post midnight. I type. He bats. And we both look at each other and grin. A kodak moment.
Now he’s fallen asleep. Again I hope and pray that I too can get some shut eye. Off I go. Nighty night.