That's what I felt when I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't find Cana. My head popped up-- she wasn't in the co-sleeper. I looked on either side of me on the bed. She wasn't there. My heart stopped. I recalled stories I had heard of co-sleeping accidents, and imagined that Cana was smushed between the mattress and the headboard. Or maybe I had kicked her off the bed in my fitful sleep. Maybe I had rolled over on her...
Wait...
There is a kid sucking on my boobie.*
Has been for the duration of this internal dialogue.
No, it's not Evie.
I breathe a sigh of relief and snuggle back under the covers.
*I hesitated to post the phrase "sucking on my boobie" but then I figured that it is my blog so I can say it if I want. Plus, it sounded better than "There was a kid benefiting from my lactation skills" or something like that...
5 comments:
too funny :)
haha
i remember doing that with you, only somehow you were in your crib...
Ditto on what your mom said....only I didn't do that with you I did it with Karis. I jumped up from a sound sleep and Karis wasn't there...then I remembered she didn't sleep with us that night, she was in her crib. What a horrible horrible feeling. My sister actually knows someone who lost a baby from a co-sleeping accident (the father rolled over on the baby) and I get teary just thinking about things like that. So glad to hear Cana was happily sucking away on your boobie! Phew! What a relief!
I do that...only I haven't been to sleep. I am usually wide awake, and the kid (once with Ruth, and once with Shalom) is either on my lap, or next to me!
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