There goes my sleep.
It's too early in the morning to hear your cries. Our house doesn't have to be up for at least another hour. But you made it clear that you're not going to let us leave you in your bed. As you squirm in our bed insisting on laying sideways, I realize none of us are going back to sleep this way. All I want is one more hour of sleep, but all you want is for me to take you to the living room to sit in the rocking chair. You're normally a good sleeper. At the very least you don't cry out for us very often. You never really did and we are so very lucky for that. So when these once in a while times come around where you're not hungry, you're not sick, you just need me, I can't help but take the time to savor the moment. These are few and far between and while I'm tired and the last thing I want to do is be awake, you need me. This is what I signed up for I guess. There goes my sleep! I lay your head on my chest as I recline back in the futil
