Every night, around 11:00, Hudson and I go into his room to begin his bedtime routine. I turn off all the lights and close all the curtains. I change his diaper and give him his bottle. I burp him and then I swaddle him. After I swaddle him I give him his pacifier and rock him for about five minutes. Then I put him in his crib. And the whole time I’m doing this, Fiona sits in the corner in Hudson’s chair.
In the middle of the night when he starts to cry, Fiona is already up, waiting for me to get up and go to Hudson’s room to feed him and change him. While I’m changing him she stands there at the changing table with me as if to monitor what’s going on. When I head for the rocking chair to feed Hudson and rock him, Fiona heads for Hudson’s chair. Or I guess it’s her chair now.
Sidenote: Last night, Fiona left her chair and came over to sit on the floor next to the rocking chair. A few minutes later, she moved to the other side of the chair. She’s never this indecisive about where she wants to be, so I assumed she needed to tinkle. The lights were out in Hudson’s room and we were trying to be very quiet to get him down. Todd came in to take Fiona outside and I put Hudson in his crib. When I got up to leave the nursery I started glancing around the floor to make sure Fiona hadn’t messed up anymore. Sure enough, she had thrown up right next to the ottoman– on the gorgeous polka dot rug. We couldn’t turn on the lights for fear of waking Hudson, so Todd and I got a flashlight and he held the flashlight while I scrubbed the floor. As if we didn’t have enough to deal with already in that moment… thanks Fiona!
