Am I crazy?

Some nights are easier than others to bounce out of bed at 2 a.m. to get Zi when he's crying. He has gotten much better at sleeping and actually slept for a couple 7 hour stretches over the past week or so. That extra rest makes a huge difference - sleepy moms just aren't as fun.

Last night he started making noises that I knew would soon escalate. I hopped out of bed, threw on my robe, made a quick bottle and went in to snuggle. I love it. I love sleepy baby face and the little noises that he makes. He finished off his bottle, then shot his eyes open and arched his back. That's not how it's supposed to happen. He is supposed to blissfully drift back to sleep as the bottle empties. Not last night. Right as I started to get frustrated and think about how my alarm clock was set for 5:10 a.m. he spit out his paci, smiled huge and started talking to me. He reached up his little fat fingers and touched my face, then stretched both of his arms as high as he could reach and waved a few times. My heart melted. I realized that I don't have many more middle of the night snuggle opportunities with him. I'll catch up on all the missed sleep when the kids go to college.