Sleep regression and kind words.

We have been dealing with baby sleep regression in our house.

To say it has been a rough few days has been an understatement.

Each night, Grayson and I have the same routine. Nothing has changed. I take him into Mike to say good night, and that is when Grayson begins his meltdown. He knows saying good night to Daddy means time for bed.

The other night as Grayson was screaming his head off in his crib in the nursery, Mike was attempting to get ready for work. It is important to me that Mike has stress-free time as he is getting ready for his shift. That is why I take care of the baby and put him to bed myself, so Mike can concentrate on getting ready for his day. If Mike didn't work such a dangerous job, I probably wouldn't be as mindful of trying to create a stress free environment.

Trying to is the key phrase there.

I went into the bedroom, where Mike was putting on his duty belt. I said, "Mike, I am so sorry..." starting to apologize even though I know it's not really necessary too.

He interrupted me gently and said, "It's okay, babe."

I said, "You don't even know what I was going to apologize about!"

And he said, "It doesn't matter. Because everything is going to be okay."

And THAT is why I married that man.

Well one of the many reasons anyway.