So, it's just before 11; and Jack is screaming and throwing a tantrum in his bed. Really...a tantrum (kicking his feet against his mattress and yelling and crying to the point of coughing). He had a rough evening, I guess. His afternoon nap was interrupted by a photo shoot at the hospital for their new ad campaign. Despite his lack of sleep, Jack was a trooper...smiling and laughing. Later at home, he began to make up for it.
We put him to bed early, and didn't hear a peep until about 10:30, when he woke up. Usually, I let him cry himself back to sleep. But, this was a screaming cry that lasted longer than a couple of minutes. I comforted him and got him to lay down. Thinking all was well, I crept out. Seconds later, he was at full blast again. So, I went back and this time did the supposed un-thinkable (that is if you read any parenting books)...that's right I picked him up! Crazy, right?
We rocked in the chair and cuddled for a good 20 minutes. Every now and then, he would reposition himself and bury his arms and hands between us. So sweet! I finally decided to make the transfer, but of course, he awoke. So, I let him cry a bit and now (about 5 mins later)...I hear nothing but the keys tapping.
So, my point is I picked him up, we cuddled, we rocked and it was bliss. Fifteen months have nearly flown by, and I can tell it won't be long before mommy's arms are no longer one of his favorite places to be anymore. So, I loved every minute of it!