2:10 AM: Baby D crawls in a disturbingly overactive manner. My eyelids droop and eyes wane like an unattractive moon. The yellow light begins to blur, the white noise from fan fades into a mysterious whirlpool of silence.
2:16 AM: I startle back to consciousness after an intensely alarming squeak from baby D, who now looks a bit exhausted than before. I put him in the cradle and rock.
2:17 AM – 2:18 AM: Kid laughs, shouts, babbles, kicks and even tries to somersault from within.
I usually find each of the aforementioned activities of baby D cute (I mean, who doesn’t want their little one to laugh, babble or attempt to roll like a ball?! They add more meaning to our lives, agreed!), UNLESS all of them happen inside the cradle in the middle of every night, while the rest of the world (which includes the other half) is happily hibernating in their nest.
2:19 AM: Kid laughs, shouts, babbles, kicks and even tries to somersault from within.
2:30 AM: Kid laughs, shouts, babbles, kicks and even tries to somersault from within.
I lose my patience once and for all, stop rocking the cradle and place baby D on the floor, around a pool of toys. He continues to play.
3:00 AM: I still love my child to the moon and back. But the sleep-induced ire is still growing in me, desperately longing to strangulate someone (preferably an anonymous adult), steal their sleep (and peace) for an hour or two, in exchange of nothing (because, you know, all I have right now is a bucket full of agony!!).
4:30 AM: Baby D, after letting out a mellifluous squeal, curls like an S in the cutest way possible and drifts back to sleep. I pick him up, hug him to my heart and walk towards the bed, throwing aside the Minion I have been tugging tight for hours.
The ruthlessly strangulated Minion falls down with a soft thud and continues to smile,
Most often the baby, sometimes the mom,
They stab me and throw,
Yet I do them no harm.
Most often I wonder,
I wonder and smile,
I hold no grudge, take no strife,
The name is Minion,
Who chooses to love all my life!
Message to self: Be like Minion!