While it was still dark outside our bedroom windows, I heard Cub begin to fuss over the monitor. I knew it was too early for him to want to wake up, since it was still dark, hence the fussing (he usually wakes up happy). I waited a bit and heard him fuss again, and I began to worry that maybe he was cold (even though he has a space heater in his room), so I crawled out of my warm bed and crossed our cold living room to his nursery. When I opened the door, I was immediately met with a balmy breeze and I saw that his space heater was going--and it was 91 degrees in his room! Apparently, at some point yesterday evening, he had reset his space heater. It is ceramic and safe and he loves to push its buttons, and this time he had upped the normal temperature by 20 degrees.
I exclaimed, "Poor baby!" and after resetting the space heater, I went to the crib and picked him up. He was warm against me and he and Mr. Lion and I headed to the kitchen to get some cold milk. The wood floor was smooth against my bare feet, but the kitchen tile was cold, and I knew the cold kitchen must feel good to my toasty little Cub! I poured him some milk and we stayed in the kitchen for a few minutes before trekking back to the nursery. It had already cooled to the low 80's, so we sat in the glider in the dark so he could finish his milk.
When I sat down, I sat him across my lap and he leaned his head against my chest. I knew he was still tired, so I slowly began to rock with my arms wrapped around him. My voice was a bit hoarse from just waking up, so my lullabies were sounding a tad painful, but I remembered one thing that Cub used to love when he was an infant that helped him calm down before bed. He loved hearing the sounds of the letters "b", "d", and "g" whispered softly to him. I know it sounds funny, but after he would hear my quiet murmuring, he would sigh and nuzzle his head into my neck, drifting to sleep.
So, now, months and months later, I decided to try it again.
While he leaned against me, I leaned my cheek on his fuzzy little head and quietly murmured, "Buh-buh-buh. Duh-duh-duh."
And in the dark stillness of the nursery, a soft little voice whispered back to me, "Buh-buh-buh ... Duh-duh-duh" .
It was the sweetest sound I've ever heard.
My throat choked up and I could feel my eyes get teary as I continued softly on.
"Buh-buh-buh ... guh-guh-guh."
We continued our gentle chant together in the dark, warm nursery, with me beginning and he repeating, until his chant slowed and finally stopped and he felt heavy against me. We rocked for a bit longer, and I kissed his head and gently put him back to bed.
One thing that makes me a bit nervous about having another baby are in the inevitable sleepless nights that lie ahead. But I was reminded in the dark hours of this morning that some of the sweetest moments come from those unexpected wake-ups.
And ... they still do.
Have a lovely day.