Dear Spike:
I just got back to bed after rocking you down — for the second time tonight. I anticipate we'll be having another meeting sometime between now and 3 a.m. That's just the way it's been, lately.
I'm tired. You're mother is, too.
We've chatted a lot this week about weaning you from our nightly rocking sessions. And the truth is, you're probably ready for that.
But I'm not sure we're ready for that. Because I, for one, start feeling very lonely on the rare nights when I don't get to lift you from your crib and rock you back to sleep and smell your soft, clean hair and feel your sweet little snores and feel your warm breath against my arm.
Yes, maybe you are ready to sleep through the night. But I'm not.
Love,
dad
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