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The One Who Never Sleeps

My baby is teething.

Both sides on the bottom are white and puffy. Poor thing must be miserable. He is actually taking the pacifier as well. I am always thanking him for this. It really is considerate of him.

The thing is....he is not sleeping well. Therefore, I am not sleeping well.

The night before Easter I was exhausted. Every night, he wakes me about two to three times before dawn. It caught up with me.

I had put him down for the night and told his brothers to brush their teeth. None of them know how to be quiet unless it suits them, so they were just a little too noisy. The "one who never sleeps" was awakened and he was angry. Mommy was angry, too, and threatened her sons with all sorts of horrible things if they didn't get to bed right now and go to sleep.

I put Sneezy's pacifier in his mouth and began to sing to him. Here's how it went:

"You are my sunshine, hoo, hoo, hoo, my only sunshine, hoo, hoo, you make me happy, (gulping sobs), when skies are gray, (weeping continues), you'll never know dear, (aah, aah, aah), how much I love you, hoo, hoo, please don't take my sunshine away."

The person crying wasn't the baby. He had immediately calmed down and started off to dream land. It was the exhausted mother doing the crying.

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Anonymous said…
I have never been able to sing that song without crying, no matter how much or little sleep I've had! :)

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