Is he still breathing?

On an early morning in November, I rolled over in bed and asked Tenisha if Tyson had woken at all during the night. Even though his crib is at the foot our bed, I had developed the ability to sleep through some of his middle of the night Cry fests. So, it was a honest question, in which I was truly unsure of the answer. Tenisha, with a surprised look on her face said, "No. What time is it?" After I informed her that it was 7:00, the room became silent. I know we were thinking the same thing. I didn't tell her what I was thinking, but I hopped out of bed to look at my boy and put a hand on his belly. I was feeling for that familiar rise and fall of his belly, when he squirmed a bit and smacked his lips. Tenisha, attempting to roll over and catch a few more Z's asked, "is he still breathing?" I said, "Yeah, and I think he's about ready to eat." At this point we both breathed a sigh of relief. Not only was our boy still alive, but he had slept through the night for the first time. This night was not a phenomenon. In fact, it has become a trend. He no longer gets up to eat in the middle of the night. Occasionally he will wake and need to have his blankets re-tucked, but we are actually getting sleep at night again.

The contents of this story may not be exact, but are based on actual events.