Narda and I have always held onto the fantasy of a lazy Sunday morning, newspapers strewn about the bed, and a peaceful cherub sleeping in betwixt our pillows, cute as all get out.
Fast forward to last night.
Heard over the monitor: “SCREAM, CRY, SCREAM! EEEEEEEMAH! PACI! LOVEY! SCREAM! SCREAM! EEEEEEMAH!”
I roll over, thinking it’s oh, 5:30 or so, and realize it’s only 1:30. Ugh. I roll over, hoping that she’ll work it out. After a few minutes, it totally escalates, and Narda sees me getting out of bed, and says – “good luck.”
I go into Malka’s room, and she IMMEDIATELY stops crying. She looks up at me and says: “Hi!” With a giggle and a grin. I pick her up, whisper sweet nothings, change her diaper, go to put her back in her crib, and she does the cling to Eemah, crib is made of fire cry. So I do what any normal mother would do at 1:40am. I bring her, her pillow, her paci, her lovey, her Elmo and her blanket to OUR bed, and sadly, escort Cougar out of our bed. (He’d bite Malka if she got too “friendly,” he’s a little old man and doesn’t “do” toddlers.)
Malka, of course, is just THRILLED at this turn of events, and decides that play time? is NOW. Narda and I said “lie down, Malka” about oh, 150 times. Finally, I just roll over and try to sleep. With Malka’s head on my neck. She wakes up about a half hour later, miraculously PERPENDICULAR to both of us – head on my chest, feet kicking Narda. We re-smoosh her into position, and try the sleeping thing again. She keeps sitting up and trying to get Quincy’s attention. (I have to separate Quincy and Cougar at night if Cougar isn’t sleeping between our heads, as Quincy will terrorize him…) “Kincee? “Kincee?” “Kincee!”
At long last, Malka falls asleep, and by now, it’s about 2:45am. Oh my goodness is that kid cute when she sleeps! So we all drift off to peaceful slumber, when all of a sudden – BEEP BEEP BEEP. Damn alarm clock. 5:57am.
Malka bounds up, ready to start her day, as her mommies painfully shuffle about our morning, vowing never to “co-sleep” again…
Until next time, that is. Because did I mention the cute? Yeah, she’s pretty cute when she sleeps. (if she ever gets there).