On Saturday night around 2 am, I woke to the sound of a little girl whimpering by the side of my bed. C had a tummy ache and said she had to throw up.
Maybe this doesn't seem unusual to people, but in the entire 31 months of her little life, she has never, ever gotten out of her bed after I put her in there. She has been in a toddler bed for quite a while, so she could get out if she wants to, but she always stays put until we come get her.
About a month ago, she threw up in her bed sometime during the night, and then just slept on the other side of the bed till morning when I came to get her.
I have been telling her that if she needs to go potty at night time, or if she doesn't feel good, she should come and get me.
So when I woke up to her, whimpering, trembling, scared, and not feeling good next to my bed in the middle of the night, my heart swelled with pride, and broke a little at the same time.
I feel like this happens to me a lot with my daughters. On one hand I am SO proud of them when they do something independent for the first time, but on the other hand my heart breaks too, because it is one step closer to them not seeing me as their everything. I am sure I am not alone in this and it is something that every mom goes through. I asked Andy if he feels that way about stuff like this, and he said, not really. He is just proud of their new accomplishment.
I am not really sure what I am getting at with this post, I have just been thinking about it a lot since it happened. I told her how proud I was of her for being brave and coming to get me in the dark, and we talked about it again the next day. She seemed proud of herself and told me each step of what she did: "I started to throw up in my bed, so I get out of my bed, open my door, open Mama's door and come and get you. Then you take me to the bathroom and get me my bowl to throw up. You tell me it's ok."
My babies are growing up.
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