Last night we decided instead of his boring old white noise machine, we would leave pandora on. I made a station when I was pregnant of soft but relevant music. Baby music I can actually stand.
So, anyway. Picture it-Nathan's nursery, 2:00 am. {See what I did there? I just got all Sophia on you.}
I hop out of my nice, warm bed to tend to a fussy little man. This time though, he was not having it. I was forced to snuggle the hell outta him. Just as I began to sway with him, 'Hallelujah' came on. That song tugs at every damn heartstring I have. He melted into my arms and I started to cry. I remember when he was just days old and we would spend the mornings listening to that song, it always calmed him.
I spent the next five minutes sobbing over Nathan's sweet, snoring head. He was knocked out so he wasn't aware of my breakdown. I put him down in the crib and we didn't hear from him for the rest of the night - since 4:00am is classified as morning so that statement isn't a lie.
*mamaLu
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