I love the Spring, with the warming temps and the sunshine and breezes. Olivia loves it too. She has really enjoyed our walks outside, and she likes to watch the wildlife and hear the birds and cars and other various outside noises.
Unfortunately, with all of this lovely warmth comes the occasional storm. Now, I've always been a fan of storms. I enjoy watching the lightning or lying in bed listening to the thunder rolling around. As long as they aren't threatening anything major, like a tornado, I'm fine with storms.
Enter baby, and now I'm ultra-sensitive to the sound of thunder. I'm always convinced that it will immediately wake up Olivia, and then we'll have a restless, sleepless night fighting the battle of sleeping baby vs. rolling thunder.
Amazingly, Olivia has proven to be oblivious to any amount of thunder. It still startles me, though, because I'm afraid it will wake her. I can't shake this.
Anyway, last night we were awakened by the phone at around 10:45. A friend of ours who lives an hour away heard an alert for our county that included a tornado warning, and he called to give us a heads-up.
He was amazingly accurate. As soon as I hung up the phone, the wind picked up and the rain started pounding. My husband, dazed and confused as he was waking from a deep sleep, wanted to know what was going on. I told him I was going to get Olivia and bring her to our room. He looked at me like I had two heads because what on earth would possess me to get a sleeping baby out of her crib at this hour? After all, I would be risking that she'd wake up, want to be fed and then not go back to sleep. This is not something that two tired parents are often willing to risk at that hour. Sleep, after all, is the elusive prize that parents of a baby are always seeking.
Of course, once he was awake enough to understand the situation, he agreed. I managed to scoop Olivia out of her crib and bring her to our room without waking her. She slept peacefully in my arms for 15 minutes while we watched the weather reports and waited for the storm to move out of our area. And then I managed to get her back in her crib without so much as a peep. It continued to storm and thunder for several hours, but it didn't bother her one bit.
I am truly amazed.
We are thankful that nothing materialized out of the tornado warnings last night. And that our baby slept through it.
2 comments:
That is very lucky on both sides. I'm glad everything was okay.
I totally love storms, unless they're actually a serious danger. My absolute favorite is watching a storm from a screened-in porch-- sort of "out in it," but not really-- but I haven't been able to do that in a long while. I'm glad there were no tornadoes for you, though!
Post a Comment