Baby Boy, I have to say I love you more than you will ever know. I truly, truly do. My last baby, the final piece of our family jigsaw. BUT if you don’t stop waking up at 4am thinking it’s time to get up for the day we are going to need serious words.
I mean, I get it. None of you have been great sleepers. All of you have woken through the night for cuddles and milk.
But 4am is not the time to wake up for the day.
I can deal with the night wakings. (Just about). The 9pm, the 11pm, the 2am. The random callings through the night over the monitor. Whatever. I like coffee these days. Caffeine is my friend. I can deal with it as long as you let me go back to sleep afterwards.
But waking up at 4am and refusing to go back to sleep?
That, my boy, that is not on.
4am is nighttime. Even in the middle of the summer, on the longest day of the year, the sun didn’t rise until 4:43am. Which is a whole 43 minutes after 4am.
4am is dark. It is sleeping time.
It most certainly isn’t time to go downstairs and practice your crawling.
Nor is it an acceptable time to practice your squealing so your brothers wake up. That never ends well with grumpy and grumpier joining us for the day.
I mean, I get it. It’s exciting. The start of a new dawn.
BUT baby boy, at 4am the dawn hasn’t even broken yet.
It’s the time for dreaming, and sleeping, and dreaming some more.
It’s magical, mythical and the world is full of promise.
Time for sleepy heads to be filled with magic and wonder.
“Where are we?” she asked.The BFG
“We is in Dream Country,” the BFG said. “This is where all dreams is beginning.”
And that is where you should be at four am.
In dream country.
I guess there is always more coffee with these four am wake ups.
And to look for the silver linings at least sunrises are beautiful….