Brandon was out of town last night.
I don't like to be alone.
For those reasons and others, I decided to let Miles sleep in my bed last night. I waited until I went to bed at a ridiculous hour of 1am, then I went into his room and carried him into my room. It has been awhile (not counting our vacation and the quick hotel stop we made on the way down) since Miles has slept in bed with me and I was surprised at how much he moved around during the night.
Just like any other night, Spencer woke up a few times to eat. He had been sleeping 7+ hours at night, but lately he is waking up more. It's all right though :)
Anyway, when Spencer woke up, I put him in bed with me but didn't want him to stay in there after he finished nursing, because I don't feel like it's very safe to have a sacked-out toddler able to roll over onto a baby during the night. But inevitably, we all were asleep for a little bit in my bed. I woke up to find Miles with his arm across Spencer's back, holding onto Spencer's hand, both of them sound asleep. Another time, I awoke to Miles gently rubbing Spencer's head in his sleep.
It did my heart good to see this. All those questions about "Will Miles ever forgive me for changing his life forever?" are answered when I see these glimpses of love.
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