July 12th, 2012
It’s the middle of the night. I was awakened a few minutes ago by the sound of Elliora calling, “Mama, Maaaamaaaa…” on the monitor, so I walked down the hall to her room to check on her. (She doesn’t wake up every night anymore—probably more like every other night, maybe every third night.)
I changed her diaper, as we usually do when she wakes up at night, just because. As I changed her, she was whining and fussing, asking to “murssh” the whole time. I told her it wasn’t time for nursing, it was time to sleep, and finished changing her diaper. I gave her some medicine (she’s recovering from a virus and teething at the same time), cuddled her for a minute and sang to her, then set her down in bed where she rolled immediately onto her stomach and tucked her knees up under her.
I reached down to untangle her blanket, and she started to make a fuss. But before I could mentally weigh the options of staying in her room to coax her to sleep or leaving her to wind down to sleep on her own, I realized she was saying, “Cover up! Cover up!”
I quickly pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. I patted her on the back a few times, and then she dragged one arm out from under the blanket. I thought she was going to push the blanket off or protest my leaving, so what happened next was unexpected and hilarious.
Without turning over or even looking at me, she waved her hand in my direction and said, “Bye-bye.”
I blinked, said, “Okay then, good night! I love you!” and went back to bed, where I realized I needed to write this down so I didn’t forget it by morning.