Thursday, August 8, 2013

Sick Night

Vicki is the best Mom in the world for our kids.  So good that I rarely have a chance to hear or get up for Vera when she wakes in the night (my very very heavy sleeping doesn't hurt).

But last night I had one of my rare chances (or, is it, responsibilities?).  Vera has been teething and a little feverish the past couple of days.  Last night about 2:45 she started wailing again.  Vicki asked if I would go.  I went.  Vera and I hung out together for about a half hour and through the vail of falling-over-tired-ness, I loved every minute of it. 

Even when she's a snot fountain, our little v is so endearing and cool.  She sat in my lap and patted my leg while we read books (including "Good night little one" on which she kisses the animals on every page).  She crawled in her sleep sack across the floor and opened her bedroom door while I changed her crib sheet.  And she waited (somewhat) patiently while I bumbled through the doctor-dad stuff I only do rarely these days.  Snot-sucking and searching for the ibuprofen and dropper were particularly trying for both of us.

And then when I'd rocked her back to calm and seen her yawn twice, I laid her back down.  And she wailed again.  And I sat down next to her crib.  And she crawled over towards me, reached through the bars and touched my face and smiled and mumbled a  "dada" through her pacifier.  It's was one of the many "blink and you'll miss it" kind of moments that make being a Dad the most rewarding part of my life. 

I'm just so thankful that Vicki does the lion's share of the midnight to six a.m. stuff.

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