Background:
PFB DS 13 months, sleeps very well generally unless he's poorly or teething. He also resists all daytime attempts I make at cuddling him.
What I hate about night-waking is this:
Hearing that first ear piercing scream
Realising it's not going to stop
Realising it's my turn to deal with it
Knowing I have to get up for work in the morning
Lifting him up with sleepy, uncooperative muscles
But what I love about it, and what I'm left with when I'm at work the next day is:
The moment the writhing, tearful mass that is my son relaxes as I lift him up and take him over to the cosy chair.
The way he babbles quietly with his eyes closed as he drifts back to sleep
The way he lifts his hand up to my mouth for a palm-kiss
The way he snuggles into my ample bosom and takes a big, contented sigh
It's feels like a really intimate moment that's exaggerated by us being alone in the dark, and I will miss it when it doesn't happen anymore.
Anyone else?
NB: I am not talking about the newborn nightmare of every half an hour here - I wouldn't want that again :)