Then, when I realized I'd left the pacifiers at home I knew it'd be a nightmare.
Nothing like sleeping six people in a hotel room, three of them pillowless, with a baby that's up crying all night. I was excited.
After 15 minutes of changing positions in bed he fell asleep.
I was awake all night worrying about how he was going to keep crying and nobody was going to get any sleep, making going to church the next day a royal pain.
That's how I know that Spencer whimpered for a second or two twice during the night, 'cause if I'd been asleep like everyone else in the room I wouldn't even have noticed.
How long to do I have to be a mother to learn not to dread things like this? Because I'm as often pleasantly surprised as I am right in my fears.
But, really, why settle in and fall asleep when you can stay up fretting over something that might happen, that surely WILL happen, that will ruin your night and your day? In my defense, though, I was also trying to keep him covered and warm during the night by laying my Sunday skirt back over him every time he moved...