Rocking you to sleep

A twist on my normal blog, I feel a need to write Max a letter about our little day.

Dear Max,

Today was a tough day for us. You had to have allergy testing in the morning and a 10 month doctor checkup in the afternoon. In between I had to wake you up from your nap. All around, your day was messed up. It was nice to spend it with you though. On these days when it's just you and I, which are so rare, by the end of them, I feel so close to you. You are my little dream!

We got a bath a little early becuase you and your sister were both really tired. I did your normal bedtime routine with you and laid you in your crib at 7:15, just slightly early. You were exhausted. Instead of sleeping, like you normally do so well, you just started crying. YOu were climbing your crib and trying to get me to hold you. I tried to sooth you with the Ferber Method for about 10 minutes, but I couldn't take the sadness in your voice.

I finally went in and picked you up and danced you to sleep on my shoulder. It was as if you were having tummy pains or something. Or, perhaps your leg hurt from your shot. I'm not sure, but I was happy to comfort you. I tried placing you in your bed once you settled and dozed off in my arms, but you would have none of that.

An alarm went off and you started screaming and standing and wouldn't even take your pacifier. So, I decided I would just hold you a while. We sat down and rocked in your rocking chair. You quickly fell peacefully back to sleep on my shoulder. The calmess in you as you fall asleep and settle is so sweat. You smell wonderful - a mix of Johnson's baby product and maple teething cookies. You are holding on to me as you sleep and it makes me feel like your Mom. The world is sort of able to melt away as we just rock. I held you for about 10-15 minutes, until I heard you snoring (yes, you do snore already) and was sure you were calm without any more deep breaths. I watched your peacful adorable face and let your little long hairs ticket my face. I couldn't help but kiss you at least two dozen times on your little shoulder, head, cheeks and fingers. You were clutching your blanky bunny and sweetly sucking on your pacifier. You were finally asleep and relaxed. You deserve a relaxing end to your tough day. I love you so much. I am so glad to be your Mommy! You are my dream come true little man.

Sweet dreams tonight and always! Love, Mom