Mama-Come-Lately

This morning around 3:30, I thought I heard a few unhappy sounds from the baby. Not full-on crying, just moaning that was on the verge of becoming something… more.

When I peeked at the video monitor I saw that Ned — dear, dear Ned who is Baboo’s most bosom bedtime buddy bear — was in corner of the crib, as far away as he could possibly be from my slightly agitated baby.

I’ve seen my son reach for Ned, and snuggle him, and halfway bite his nose off in glee, so I’m not exaggerating in the previous paragraph. Ned is the closest thing the baby has to a friend, and he provides comfort all night.

So I crept in, put Ned in my baby’s arms, and went back to bed. Overkill? Perhaps. But babyhood is fleeting, and Baboo settled down for four more hours of happy sleep. And it just wasn’t right, those two being so far apart.