Last night Dieter woke up around 2 a.m. coughing. He then realized he lost his binky, couldn't find it, and started crying. I climbed out of bed, and just as I was about to walk into his room and comfort him, I heard Finnley singing him our goodnight song. It was the sweetest thing. I sat outside their door and listened for a little bit, but Dieter needed me so I went in. I scooped him out of his crib and tried to set him down so I could find his binky. He quickly wrapped his arms around my neck and legs around my waist so tight like a little monkey. I pretended to put him down a second time just so he'd do it again, it was so dang cute. I considered doing it a third time, but I thought that was just rude.
After finding his binky, I cuddled my baby boy in the dark for a few minutes. While swaying back and forth, I was thinking about the Bachelor...yes, the Bachelor. Emily had said, "you know, being a parent isn't always fun. Sometimes you have to get up in the middle of the night with a sick kid....are you ready for that?" She was saying it in such a negative way, and although it is tough waking up in the middle of the night, those are some of my most treasured times. Quietly cuddling my sweet boy, in the middle of the night, no distractions, no TV, no computers, just us.
I'll be the first to admit, parenting can be crazy at times and isn't always fun, but would I have it any other way? Absolutely not.
