Sleep

I love sleep. I am a person who requires more sleep then less. When we first had Colin I was a walking zombie for the first few months. I would even cry at night before we went to sleep, it was pointless to me, why go to sleep when I would be up in a couple of hours or so.

I love naps on the weekends. Naps on Sunday's are the best, especially when you can crawl back into your unmade bed, because you had to fly out it to be late to church. I love naps on rainy days. I love to nap with my husband in bed, as it usual follows a particular activity.

Last night Colin began to cry as I was lying awake in bed not sleeping. It was not his normal cry. I checked on him and he had all the necessary items to sleep. But he was not. I left him there and he began to cry more. We try to let him resolve his problems on his own. But I was not sleeping and couldn't listen to him anymore.

So I sat in Colin's room holding him across my chest and softly talking to him. As I held him I looked around the room and thought to my self, its been a really long time since I had held him like that, and at that hour.

And suddenly I thought to myself, "I totally miss this."

AM I NUTS???

I miss getting up and holding my child in the middle of the night?

I miss sleep disruption?

I miss sleep?

Oh I got the baby blues bad.

Like I mentioned before, we are working on resolving this situation.