Oh Em Geee! It’s FREE TIME!!!
This morning, Bruno woke up for good at around 6am which is awesome. The past few days it’s been closer, much closer, to 5am and there have been several wakings in the night due to a touch of congestion he has. He had been taking his morning nap at about the same time, 8am, but I figured that was because he would doze a little while taking his morning nurse. All of this is significant because today is Monday. On Monday and Tuesday Bruno goes to daycare. I work at 10am and therefore must drop him off by 9:30 so an 8am nap is crucial if there is to be a nap at all. Well. Today. I put Bru down at 8 and he yawned twice so I figured we were in business but as I left the room he was babbling away. Not a good sign if you’re not familiar with my baby’s napping habits. So I go into my room and lay down for my sympathy nap and 5 minutes later there was no longer babbling… but there was whining. And then the whining turned to crying and then the crying turned to SCA-REAAAAMING. This is what is known as “Winding Up” where as “Winding Down” is desired.
So I started to freak out which is what I do, after all. And then I set my timer. Usually he’s asleep by 5 minutes but I give him 10 just in case. No luck. And I’m in unfamiliar waters because not only is this a weird day because he’s stuffy and runny but IF he even falls asleep I’m going to have to wake him at 9 so that he can nurse before daycare. AND he’s been taking naps farther apart the last week so on TOP of it all he may be transitioning out of this nap anyway! So, again, I started to freak out. (Not that I had calmed down at all since the last freak out but it was for a new reason. So.)
Then I thought to myself, “He must not be ready for a nap. And if he does fall asleep, he won’t get a good rest in so… I’ll just take him to daycare! Hooray!” So here I am at 9:06am writing! And there is a cat on my right arm who misses me very much. It’s weird being home without the baby and while for the most part, I’d prefer him strapped to me 24/7, since I have to take him to daycare on these days, it’s kind of nice to sit here in my house and be Beth for a few minutes instead of just Mama. Or Ama as Bruno likes to say*.
No if you’ll excuse me, I have to go read people.com because that is what Beth likes to do.
*Bruno does not technically call me Ama. When he cries, sometimes he cries Ama and we are drawing the conclusion that he is referring to me. He only uses this word while crying but I’m counting it.