It’s the most amazing, special, touching first word to hear.
However. NOT when it’s the first word you hear in the morning after a rough night of little sleep. NOT when that word is uttered because the little boy is looking for his favourite pants that he can’t find. Those same pants he has to wear almost daily.
Not because there is blood or broken bones, just a lost pants
I don’t sleep during the day. I don’t. I have the deep seated believe that there is a master plan against me that will not allow me to have afternoon sleep. No catch up sleep for me. This afternoon I was proven right again.
I lay down with Zander when he took his afternoon nap. I had just fallen into that rhythmic, just before sleep, breathing when I hear him cough. You know that cough that is going to turn into bomit within the next split second. There is just nothing like being woken up by a vomiting child.
Tonight this mamma wants to sleep. No vomiting baby. No “mamma I cannot find my pants” while I’m still asleep. Just goold old sleep.
One can only live in hope right! 😉