3:15 a.m.

It's 3:15 in the morning. I'm suddenly awakened by a sound coming from my one-year-old's bedroom. Ugghh..it's him..and he's crying. Why is he doing that? My eyes are now wide open, my ears are now wide awake and I'm listening while I contemplate all the thoughts that generally go through my mind when my baby wakes up. First of all he hasn't done this in so long and the last time he did this he was sick. So, I wonder-is he sick? I wonder if his belly hurts. Maybe he's thirsty. Maybe he had a bad dream. I don't know.

I decide to let him cry a little longer and then I remember that when my daughter was about 18 months old she woke up and started crying in her room. Well, she never did that and it wasn't even the middle of the night so I let her cry for a few minutes. Well, after about 10 minutes she was already quiet, so I figured she was back to sleep. The next morning when I got her up there was dried up spaghetti noodles laying in the bed next to her that she had apparently spewed the night before! I felt terrible for not checking on her when she had cried.

So...it's 3:18 a.m. and I am hurrying across the hall fearing the worst (like peanut butter and jelly and grapes) only to find Luke standing in the crib, arms outstretched, crying his eyes out. Thank God! no spew.

I pick him up and he put his beautiful little head down on my shoulder. I sat down in the rocker and I rub his back and hold him close. I'm still wondering what could be wrong. I think that if his belly hurts he would still be crying. He doesn't have a fever. He could be thirsty, but he's not acting like it, so I go with my gut and figure he's had his first nightmare. So I'm rocking him and thinking and praying. Then I think...oh no...what if this becomes a habit? What if he starts doing this every night? Anyone who knows me real well, knows that I don' t do the middle of the night so well.

Well, finally I figure it's been about 10 or 15 minutes so I stand up and tell Luke he has to go back to bed. I lay him down on his little soft travel-size pillow and start to leave. He's not too happy. He stands up and cries. Uh oh...well, I lay him back down and tell him "night night". I leave the room and he cries..of course. I'm back in bed. I'm laying there and now it's 3:30. I wonder if he will go back to sleep. I'm already forming my plan for he doesn't. But, after a few minutes he's quiet. I look at the clock and it's only 3:36. Not bad. I thank God again.

Now..I'm awake. My husband is asleep beside me, and I feel like my brain is going 100 miles per hour. I'm thinking about this blog. I'm wondering if I should get up. I say my prayers, I go to the bathroom...Arrrgg..

Now it's 4:20. I know I need to get to sleep, because Luke gets up at 7:00 on the dot. Plus, I have to be ready for my Pilates work out. Well, I don't remember much after that, so whatever I told myself must have worked.

I hope Luke doesn't get up tonight though...