Boo rarely wakes up during the night anymore. Once in a great while, she'll call for me, usually because she's lost her binky.
Last night was one of those nights. It was 12:30 a.m. and I had just finished checking O's blood sugar when I heard a plaintive little voice calling "Mama!" I went into her room and she was sitting up in bed, whimpering that she needed a binky. Since it was pitch black in the room, I fished one out of the bucket o' binkies and popped one in her mouth. She promptly lay back down and I spent a moment smoothing the blanket and brushing her hair back from her forehead. I leaned down and whispered "Love you, baby," reveling in an infrequent tender moment.
She turned over, ripped a wicked fart and started snoring.
Such a delicate, fragile flower.