Babies are perceptive creatures.
They seem to know exactly how much their beleaguered, sleep-deprived parents can take. Will went to sleep at 8 PM and slept through until 6 AM. Did we do anything different yesterday? Not. a. thing. Which only goes to show that there isn't much that you can do when it comes to sleep, other than hope it gets better and not take it for granted when it does.
So, my title today, about never waking a sleeping baby. Yeah, I never really had to wake Will for meals (he faithfully woke to eat every two hours) and since he never had a gaining issue, if he didn't wake on his own, I let him sleep. Later on, sleep became one of the most precious commodities in our house, and I didn't care if he was "napping" at 6 PM. I let him sleep.
Yesterday, for the first time in his life, I woke Will up.
You see, I found this blog, with this miraculous and heartbreaking story. And after I read every single entry, crying through most of it, I went into my son's room, where he was peacefully napping. I stood over his crib and sobbed some more, thanking God for the precious gift that we have been given and praying for this family so in need of another miracle.
Eventually, my tears woke him. He looked around for a minute, then looked right at me and smiled a sleepy "Hello, Mommy" smile. I scooped him up from his crib, hugging him tightly, sat in his rocking chair and rocked him, the tears still streaming down my face. Life just doesn't seem fair sometimes. There is so much sadness in the world and yet I have so much to be grateful for.
Please, if you haven't been to his blog yet, add your prayers for Stellan.