2 A.M

Two A.M. That was the time I told myself I would wake Mike up if Carter still wasn't asleep.
At 9pm, I turned on the TV.
Titanic was on. I laughed to myself when I saw it was on for four hours. Four hours. Long movie.
I saw the entire movie.
We walked. We bounced. We shushed. We sang. We patted backs. He spit up. He cried. He fell asleep. For 30 seconds. Then gagged. Then choked. Then coughed. Then puked. Then cried. We walked. We bounced. We shared a few tears.
Titanic ended. It was 1 am.
Two. If he's still awake at two I have to wake Mike up. I have to. I don't want to. I already feel guilty even thinking about it. Damn "mom" guilt. And I'm a lucky one. Mike's more than willing and wouldn't complain.
Two a.m. came and went. I didn't wake him up. Just one more minute and I'm sure he'll fall asleep.
3 a.m. Sweet mercy. His beautiful little eyes blinked heavier. And slowly closed. I held my breath. He squirmed. Eyes stayed shut. I risked sitting down. And yes, it's a BIG risk. Because somehow he knows, and cares, if I'm sitting.
3:15 Mya starts to cry. I cringed. Mercifully she quickly stopped.
I climb into bed, still holding Carter. Prop up the pillows and plan to sleep sitting up.
5:30a.m. Carter wakes to eat. Didn't we just barely do this?
7:45 Mya's awake. Time to start the day. Did the day before ever end?
It's like we have a new baby at our house or something. :) And we will survive.
Love (sincerely) this new little guy. He's worth every back ache and the long hours of walking and walking. Because truth be told, somehow I miss him when we're both asleep. :)
Breaks over. Carter's crying.