Premamama

6:15am. Spent half the night nursing my 7 month old, the other half sleeping on the floor of my 2 1/2 year old’s room (his father slept there the other half), as my son is suddenly scared of things – the dark, and birds apparently topping the list. The little robins and sparrows in our suburban backyard. Interesting choice. I guess stemming from when a bird flew into a window last summer and was hurt. We brought him inside and put him in a box and when I opened the lid an hour later to see if he was alive, he flew out and we had to chase him around our livingroom for a while before shooing him out the back door. these little brains are so wild. Not a word about that in almost a year, now it pops out as a major fear. “Scared of dat bird goes tweet, tweet” he kept saying last night “dat bird got owey”. So tired but come on, that is so cute. how can we not sleep on his floor when he is genuinesly scared of little birds. One day this will be a hulking 6 foot man. Did I mention how tired I am? But still, I will remember this when he’s 16 and rolling his eyes at me. I held you while you slept because you were scared of dat bird, tweet, tweet.