On baby sleep

Never wake a sleeping bear baby

In college, my basketball coach used the phrase, “Never wake a sleeping bear” so much that I think I forgot what he meant by it … yeah, yeah, don’t wake a sleeping bear.

Since becoming a mom, I have remembered what it meant … only I have altered the phrase to fit the circumstance.

I hate when Emma doesn’t wake up on her own in the morning. Lately, she has not wanted to go to bed before us. She can’t miss out on anything. She was up until 9:30 p.m. last night. That made for a rough morning, or at least, it could have.

I just never know what kind of baby to expect when I have to rub her little back to wake her from those sweet dreams. This morning was okay … she was actually very cuddly, and she just let me change her diaper and clothes while she drank some milk.

Today was an exception, and who can blame her. I know I hate it when the alarm wakes me up every morning. Mostly, I just hate the fact that I don’t get to watch her longer. She is so adorable when she sleeps … and when she stretches in her sleep?? Her little facial expression just makes me want to freeze time.

Anyone else hate waking up their babies?

Yes, I thought so!