The danger of Mommy Mode

No matter how nurturing I am to Colter during the day, if I let him he'd kill me in my sleep. Not no purpose, of course. But still.

Last night after his fever went down slightly, he fell asleep and I waited to hear the wail. It came a few hours later, accompanied by vomit (now that he's 10, at least he makes it to the bathroom before spewing). I gave him a bath, read to him, and then let him curl up in my bed to rest.

Colter's been kicking me in the stomach and back since before he was born. And for many years he slept with me and Gary and did the same. But that was then. And this is now.

Now, when I've just let Gary return to our bed because I've been so sensitive to the slightest movements since my surgery.

But I sympathize with the sick -- especially when the sick is my son -- so I let him sleep soundly while I stayed half-awake all night guarding my abdomen and its 23-inch scar. Until 7:30 a.m. when I gently touched his forehead (still feverish) and he woke up to find Daddy and play video games.

I went back to sleep, unguarded.

Comments

[Lunasea]

My favorite time to sleep is after the boys get up with their father (when that happens). It's the only time I'm not half-listening for them.