Sorry, My Bad
Once again, the sound of a baby crying blares out over the baby monitor in the early morning hours. In a now regular routine, I move quickly to the babies room to quiet TheMonk before he wakes up Swee’Pea. I open the door and quietly and swiftly move to TheMonk’s crib where I pick him up in one quick scoop. I bring him to my chest to comfort and soothe his crying. But the crying continues.
It is only then that I realize the crying is not coming from TheMonk but rather from the crib across the room. Oops. I put the now awake Monk back into his crib and go and comfort Swee’Pea who only needs a quick hug and her binky before it’s back to dreamland.
TheMonk on the other hand…
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Way to go Dad! I’ve done that with my two except one of mine is a 2 1/2 yr old boy and the other is an 8 mo old girl. Yeah I felt dumb. Your kids are gorgeous and you guys are amazing parents. Almost makes me want to have more. Almost.
Comment by Trish — October 22, 2005 @ 6:24 pm
D’oh! I hope it didn’t take too long…
Comment by Kari — October 22, 2005 @ 7:17 pm
You & me both Trish!
I have also stumbled out of bed, into babies room to feed her, then realised it was the 2 yr old (in not only a different room, but on a different floor!) crying all along!
D’oh
Comment by Mrs Aginoth — October 23, 2005 @ 1:38 am
Sleep deprivation is a cruel, cruel thing…
Comment by Mary — October 23, 2005 @ 5:39 am
Dude. That is sooooo rough.
Comment by MIM — October 23, 2005 @ 1:37 pm
He’s a sensitive child.
Comment by Grandmother — October 28, 2005 @ 6:20 pm