Ain’t dead
Long naps are wonderful.
Especially when I have them.
When my baby sleeps longer than expected, however, I find my mind is often drawn towards this door:
and the sweet little baby who is sleeping so nerve-wrackingly long inside.
I start to debate: do I check to make sure he “ain’t dead” and potentially wake him up, or do I let him sleep peacefully only to find out that he has, in fact, perished (as my overactive imagination/mom-brain would have me believe).
I get some more tasks finished. Then I start to feel guilty that I’d put my tasks before checking on the well-being of my child (who is really just fine. But may, possibly, be not fine).
So I check:
Yup. Just fine.
And I didn’t even wake him up, having thoughfully turned off the flash of my camera so as not to disturb him. Can you tell?