It was 2:16 a.m. when we heard what has become an all too familiar sound these days. It came from a certain someone who's 33 inches tall and weighs in at a hefty 22 pounds. I know lots of people are up at night with babies, but this baby is 15 months old. He's been an angel sleeper since he was 4 months old. But in the last two months we've had our fair share of middle-of-the-night wake up calls. It usually goes like this:
Bodie cries for several minutes.
Bacho and I both toss a little, but don't say anything.
Then Bacho asks, "Is he hungry?"
Then I say, "I don't know. Maybe it's his teeth."
Then we both get out of bed because we feel too guilty to let the other one get up while we snuggle back into the covers.
Then we try whatever we can think of at that hour - patting his back, Motrin or teething tablets.
I don't think I can blame little Bodie though because he does have two big molars coming in on the top and another on the bottom. His mother is trying to get him off the bottle and he has frequent visits to the Kid's Club at the gym where they usually end up calling my name over the intercom to come to the Kid's Club because the workers don't know what to do after not being able to get near him for fear that his head might pop off from screaming so loud and shaking every time they get near him. Maybe it's my fault he's up at night. Maybe he's having Kid's Club nightmares.
Last night I felt a little guilty so I gave him a bottle. He drank 4 ounces, I took the bottle from him, walked out of the room and shut the door. Bacho was waiting just outside. We both stood in the hallway. Bacho rubbed my back as we stood in the upstairs hallway(that alone almost made the whole thing worth it)(not quite, but almost) and waited for our baby to stop screaming wildly. He finally did and we both crawled back into bed at 3:02 a.m.