So it's 4:30 in the morning.
To say we are half a sleep, isn't even slightly accurate.... try deep, deep sleep.
But like any mom... I hear my son, crying. I jump with cat like reflexes, then bumble and stumble down the dark hall trying to get to my toddler's room.
It feels like the never-ending hallway from Poltergeist, but I realize, #1- I'm not afraid, cuz I know nothing is really wrong, and #2- it feels like the never-ending hallway because I am just not at all awake.
I get to my son's room and there cuteness is, standing in his crib, crying and rubbing his eyes. I know the routine, pick him up, hug him a little, give kisses, tell him, "it's ok, mommy is here, but you little man, should be asleep." As I figured, nothing is wrong, he's just up. No temperature, just up. So I set him on the bed across from his crib and proceed to change his diaper. I pick him back up, kiss him again, tell him I love him, but it's time to go back to sleep. I put him in the crib and I haven't even let him go before he's up and whaling again. The truly traumatized whale... I pick him back up, and just hold him in my arms for about 30 seconds.... I think,... I really still am asleep. I can't see the clock cuz it's just a blur. He is calm now, so I proceed to go to the cd player and play his music (World Baby Zen, great stuff) set him down in the crib, pull the tail on the musical elephant and rub his back a bit. He's up again and starts crying. I know this game. So I tell him, go back to sleep and walk out of the room.
I head back to our room, where I can finally see a clock and begin the countdown. He's got five minutes before I go back in if he hasn't stopped on his own. The monitor is sitting faithfully on my chest. The whaling gets even louder, and I can tell, he's not gonna go back down. But now I need to go to the restroom. So I decide, bathroom first then back to munchkin. But something really strange happens as I am finishing up in the bathroom... all of a sudden his whaling seems to be getting closer to our bedroom. Now, I know I am tired, but I'm not that tired and I know, I'm like 99% certain, no one is in the condo to pick him up and carry him to my room. But sure enough, as I am washing and drying my hands, the whaling is at our bedroom door and tugging on the knob. I didn't even realize I had shut shut the door. I open the door and there he is standing there, crying. For the first time EVER, the little man, somehow maneuvered his way out of the crib and made his way down to his dad and mom's room.
My husband finally even woke up himself, cuz he heard the crying literally at the door. By the time he got to the door, little man was standing in the room waiting for one of us to pick him up... me still in awe. Alex looked down and in only the way a proud father could, he said, IN GREEK, did you walk all the way here yourself? Oh my boy, good job my boy (Now, I paraphrased, because, I still don't know greek, I am working on it, but it was more than a word or two). He swooped him up and took him to our bed. Needless to say, little man giggled a bit.
I was proud, scared and still tired all at the same time. I didn't hear any kind of thud or thump, so he didn't fall, but he could have. And here is something that makes it all even more impressive.... he still sleeps with a pacifier, in fact he keeps two with him. He had the one in his mouth and one in his hand as he got out of the crib and made his way down. I know my kid, there was no put this down for a second while I do this, he kept the one in his hand and had the one in his mouth the whole time. Again, there was pride, and the fear subsided for a second.... but then, I just realized.... he can now get out of his crib! We have to figure out a new strategy for when little man randomly wakes up and doesn't want to be by himself!
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