Around 4:00 this morning an absolutely huge thunderstorm hit Summerville, and the lightning was absolutely amazing. Sadly, Charlie, Otis and Louie did not agree.
First, Otis started whining and wandering around the bedroom, then soon after I heard Louie pipe in right before I heard Charlie "calling" me. (That's what he tells us when we go in his room lately, "I was calling you!")
Having vivid memories of racing down the hallway on Long Street to dive into my parents' waterbed, I plopped Otis in bed with Jason and rushed into Charlie's room. We had a quick chat about the fact that thunder couldn't hurt him, a sip of water and I tucked Charlie back into his crib, making him a "fort" as he requested (i.e. putting the blanket over his head).
When I got back to our room, Jason was closing our shutters because the lightning was so bright it was hard to sleep, and as soon as he climbed into bed there was a simultaneous lightning strike/thunder boom, and I hopped up to go check on Charlie. After all, it had kind of scared me.
Back in the nursery Charlie was completely silent, so I crept over to his bed and put my hand on his forehead to see if he was asleep. My poor baby was cowering under his blankie trying to be tough, so obviously I scooped him up and brought him into our bed -- which is where the trouble begins.
Charlie cuddled into me and was perfectly silent for about five minutes, while I just basked in the feeling. To date, he has spent two nights in our bed, once at about six days old with Jason and I cuddling either side of the Boppy that surrounded him to protect him from us, and once when the power went out during the Great Snowstorm of 2010 while Jason was at Daytona.
After a few minutes, Louie's incessant whining became more than we could bear, so Jason brought him into bed, too. Thank goodness we have a King! After about ten minutes of getting situated, talking to Louie, using Jason's face as a pillow and drinking about 16 oz of water, Charlie finally settled down and slept until 7:15 this morning when I hopped out of bed, shocked at how late I can sleep with the shutters closed.
I do appreciate the fact that Charlie is a good sleeper in his own bed... I do understand that it is important for Jason and I to have our bed to ourselves... I do fully realize that we all sleep more soundly in our own space... but it sure was fun...
