Like bears, us humans would do anything to defend our babies and keep them safe. Let them fall, let them learn to get up yes, but do anything necessary to protect them whether that involves child-proofing the house, buckling the extreme amount of buckles on a car seat, or keeping a wary eye out for predators/kidnappers (the scariest of Mommy fears) when out shopping...
Though I would definitely kick some serious butt (we have gone G-rated with language in this house) if needed, I think a Mama Bear is grouchy for a good reason. She's exhausted! I'm referencing the knock-down, drag-out, face-to-pillow, drooling from exhaustion, growling and teeth "bearing" (see what I did there?) EXHAUSTED. Now see, though us moms are super about plastering a smile on our faces and conquering the world when we wake up, it's the waking up that is hard. It's like a torture routine in my house.
Addison is sleeping in her big girl bed these days and she can get up and come find Mommy on her own in the mornings now. I hear vaguely, in some part of the back of my brain, her pop up and grab her Lovey and skedaddle out of her bed in the morning over the monitor receiver. It takes about 15-20 seconds for her to make her way down the long hallway and around the corner. You'd think I'd be up and ready to greet her and take on the world right? Nope. Even though I slightly hear her coming, nothing can prepare you for a 3-foot tiny human to come open and slam your bedroom door, wander over to the edge of your bed and yell in your face, "UP! UP! UP!" at 5:40 in the morning.
Hhhmmmmmn. "UP! UP! UP!" Opening one eye, I reach over and tap my phone. Hhhmmmmmn. Close my eye again. "UP! UP!" I groan and croak out, "Addison, honey, it's too early. Come snuggle with Mommy." The reply, "UP!" "No 'up'. It's too early to be 'up'. Come snuggle," I plead. I know if I can entice her to lay with me for a minute we might get another half hour to hour of sleep. Beautiful sleep. I was just up with Loralei about an hour ago around 430 and barely crawled back into bed for the third time that night.
She holds her slender arms up for me to grab her and help her into the covers. We snuggle close and I close my eyes breathing in her Johnson's and Johnson's sweet baby smell. Just as I start to really drift off again, the bassinet squeaks. No. Please, no. Another squeak and a whimper to go along with it. Hhmmmmmn. I breathe deeply, exhale, and moan as Addison snores on Josh's pillow. She is such a mini-Josh. Stretching, I open one eye and see that it is 6:07. Squeak. I rub my face with my hands, roll off the bed and scoop up Loralei just as she wakes up to cry and bring her to the changing table.
After I change her, we sit in the glider to nurse and I close my eyes as I rock slightly enjoying the rest-like state. Once she's content again, I gently place her back in the bassinet and climb back into bed slowly, hugging my pillow like a long-lost friend. The phone says 6:39. I sigh and close my eyes drifting off...
"UP!" Grrr.
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