In his "usual" style since his birth way back five days ago, Benjamin started getting revved up around 10pm last night. Here's how the comedy of errors worked for a while:
- Benjamin would start screaming. I would check him, and realize that his clothes were wet (although I still can't figure out how.. I mean, I know I'm still getting used to the stream hitting the crib, my arms, his face, my face, whatever, as I change him, but I don't know why he's getting wet while just laying there.. magic pee I guess).
- I would begin changing him, so he'd scream louder.
- 30 seconds after he'd begin screaming, I'd see my little helper next to the crib in our room. She'd look at him and say to me, "Daddy, I think he wants to hold me." "Yes," I'd respond, "but he can't hold you if you're in bed asleep, can he?" She'd then laugh, and stay there watching me.
- I'd get him fixed up, then hand him off to Leslie, and then take Emily back to her bed. She would ask me for some water, or a book, or whatever, so I'd do what I could to coax her back into bed. Then I'd head back to our room.
This went on until about 2:30 in the morning, when the storm started. Then Emily was planted in our bed the rest of the night. I think she planned that storm, to be honest. I don't know how yet, but I know she did. I've never seen her sleep with such a big smile on her face.
There you have it. Our first night :)
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