So last night my wife and I landed back in Los Angeles, home from almost a week of workshops and cross country business trips. We rushed off the plane, grabbed our bags and rushed home, desperately trying to make it before Elias bedtime. I missed my little man so much and I was sick of video chat... I wanted the real thing. We raced through traffic, bobbing and weaving our way home, nearly knocking each other down, both wanting to see him first. And there he was. Our baby boy. Kiss mommy, kiss daddy. This love fest went on for several minutes and then, Okay, David, he needs to go to sleep. Night night, Elias. Night night, little buddy. Night night momma. Night night dada. I leave the room and a few minutes later, hes totally knocked out. Lyn is always great at putting him to sleep. Okay, Im going to get my hair done. So, you got it? Hell sleep through the night, so you should be good. Call me if you need anything. If he cries a little, do NOT go in. Give him a few minutes to see if hell go back to sleep and call me. Love you. And shes off. No sleet nor rain... no hell or high water... nothing will stop a woman from missing her hair appointment! She kisses me and shes off, leaving me home alone with Elias. Now, I know what many of you are probably already thinking... what did he do this time? LOL Im totally good. Catch up on some Sports Center... get me something to eat... and relax. Check the monitor. Monitor good. Elias is asleep. Im good. Then, all of a sudden... Waaaaa! Waaaa! Momma... dada... Waaaa! Elias is screaming at the top of his lungs. I give it a few minutes. Okay, Im lying... I give it like 10 seconds... and I call Lyn. She doesnt pick up. A few seconds later, she texts me back under the dryer. Everything okay? Im thinking to myself, what a wickedly rhetorical question. Me? Alone? At night? With our son? OF COURSE ITS NOT OKAY!! Waaaaa! Waaaa! Momma.... dada... Waaaa! Hes letting his lungs have it! I fumble through the phone and right the text, Call me. Emergency! And then just as I start to hit send, I pause as a most ridiculous thought comes to my mind... I can do this. I erase that text and type... Yes, baby, its all good. Just checking on you. I hit send. She immediately sends me back a string of heart shaped emoticons while in the background, Elias is giving his lungs a good ole workout Waaaaaaaa! Waaaaaaa! So I go upstairs, take a deep breath and open the door. Something I NEVER EVER EVER do. Lyn is always there and shes sooooo much better at it than I am. And for some reason I always just felt like Elias likes it better when she puts him back to sleep anyway. I open the door and hes screaming, holding his arms out. Dada. Dada. Its okay, little buddy. Daddy is here. I lift him out of the crib, put him against my chest and sit down in the rocking chair and begin rocking. Its alright, little buddy. Daddy got you. Im scared out of my mind, wondering whether or not Im doing this right. Doing anything right. Am I gonna get in trouble again? Am I messing up his sleep? All these thoughts swirl through my mind as I keep rocking and rocking and he keeps squirming and squirming, negotiating the perfect position on my chest. Then suddenly, in mid-stress, I look down and hes positioned his head right over my heart where I now hear the faintest and sweetest little snore. Hes asleep. Oh My God. Hes asleep. No. He cant be. Did I... did I finally do something right? I lifted him up and gently lowered him back into the crib. He squirmed for a few moments and fell right back to sleep. I mustve stared at him for 10 minutes, still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I actually got it right. By myself. . I couldnt wait to call Lyn. Her ears were probably burning under that dryer as I went on and on and on. I mustve told and retold the story a thousand times. Lyn didnt end up getting home till three in the morning and guess who stayed up just to tell the story a thousand more times? Lol. Sure, she had to put some aquaphor on her ears, but... a small price to pay for the joy she heard in my voice and no doubt saw in my eyes. I got it right. Daddy finally got it right.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 18:55:18 +0000
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