At 3.15am this morning Jaxon woke up crying. I don’t mind when he does this (too much) and I willingly get up and sort out his baby issues. Really, I don’t mind. It doesn’t bother me.

What does bother me is when I get back in to bed after sorting out his baby issues…getting warm and cozy again, and Jaxon waking up again. And what gets me even more is when it happens two or three time’s in a row. Waiting five minutes in the cold to make sure he’s gotten over his baby issues just isn’t an option at 3am in the morning (today was -2 degree’s Celsius) so I just have to go back to bed.

And what annoys me even more is when he wake’s up with his baby issues and I faithfully get out of bed (once again), get dressed and start heading towards his bedroom…and he sort’s out his issues all by himself…just as a reach out for the door handle. I undress, get back in bed and he starts up again!

So this morning I decided I’d had enough of getting up and down and up and down (5 times) (REALLY, I don’t mind) and just got Jaxon up. I laid on the couch with him and he went back to sleep on my chest. He was unsettled, those baby issues keep me awake too (they really do) and every time he woke up he’d do something totally cute and adorable so I’d have to forgive him for being a pain in the ass.

The first time he woke up he calmly took his dummy out of his mouth and tried to shove it in to mine. It must have been the way I was breathing or something, but he thought I needed it more than him. When I finally convinced him that “No, seriously…I do not want or need your dummy” he went back to sleep.

The second time he woke up he lovingly reached out and stuck his finger up my nose. Just to make sure that I hadn’t gone to sleep. Once he was convinced that I was still awake (the warm breath and spluttering nose was a dead give away) he went back to sleep once again.

The third time he woke up Jaxon decided that he was too warm to be touched by the blanket that covered me. He was wearing a nice warm sleep sack after all, and he didn’t want US overheating. So he purposely sat up and threw the woolen blanket I had covering me (and not him) on the floor. Then laid back down and went back to sleep. Oblivious to his mother’s chattering teeth and shivering body.

Nice.

Have I mentioned that it doesn’t bother me when Jaxon wake’s up at odd hours of the night for reason’s that only he understands? If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be heading back to bed again. It’s half an hour since he went down calmly (after a bottle) and if he wakes up five minutes from now…he’s going to a baby psychiatrist!